She asked me if I was a singer
Then called me has-been
She said she really liked my band
In the early 90's
I said stop saying those mean things
My ego is so fragile
And then she called me a poseur punk
Why don't I drink up and get the hell out
Cuz I'm a sellout
That berating kinda bummed me out
So I left the Parkside
I walked to my Volvo
And noticed I had a couple slashed tires
And now
But adding injury and insult to vandalism
Someone took a key
To my door and boldly spelled out
You're a sellout
It says on the side of my car
That I'm a sellout
I play a Korean guitar
But I'm a sellout
I'm a sellout [x2]