Idols — текст песни (Oxymoron)

You`re posy styled to impress somebody
You`re out for fame and loads of money
But selling out is nothing new
You`ve hit the charts with a boring tune

[chorus:]
Idols are out today
They pose a single night

A polished heap and birds so pretty
You sold your soul but you deserve no pity
You`ll climb the steps if you`re of use
If not you`re dropped like all the others

I won`t sign with their major companies
Enslaved to contracts, what a piss
I won`t beg them on my knees
For we still play mohican melodies