| This is a song for all you | |
| Managers and agents out there | |
| Are ya listening? | |
| GoodThey take your money, break your soul | |
| They say it's only rock 'n' roll | |
| They think they're cool to wheel and deal | |
| Without a thought to how we feel | |
| They pick you up and drop you flat | |
| Then tell you life can be like that | |
| You blew it all the day you signed | |
| Your stupid name on some dotted line | |
| We hate the men who make the rules | |
| The ones who always try so hard | |
| To make us look like fools | |
| They say we need them, it ain't true | |
| The music's down to me and you | |
| We play their games, play real nice | |
| We gotta hear their dumb advice | |
| We hate the men who make the rules | |
| The ones who always try so hard | |
| To make us look like fools | |
| So many lies, they get confused | |
| You start to feel you're being used | |
| If ten percent is all they take | |
| What happens to all the bread you make? | |
| Every day it gets a little harder | |
| Just to keep on keeping on | |
| Do we really need all this bullshit | |
| So long now all the thrill has gone | |
| We hate the men who make the rules | |
| The ones who always try so hard | |
| To make us look like fools | |
| It's so hard to make us look like you |