Текст песни Misery Loves a Record Company - Weerd Science

Uh, and it goes something like this
In these troubled times, yes a division exists
Made a decision to enlist and not make for the exit
I'd rather put the craft first and beyond some of this next shit
You motherfuckers are asleep, you're not lucid
Weighted down by the chain around your neck like nooses
Not to be a nuisance
But the second the news hits that all your money's gone
You need to get in the studio, pen some new hits
But what's that, oh, you've been away for too long?
Nobody remembers your record, let alone the songs
You guessed it on?
Cuz our attention spans are cut off like a severed hand
Whatever man, that's why your band
Is back to touring in a van
You didn't play the game right
You're supposed to rewrite the same song
That made people at first say that he's tight
It's quite literally the opposite of creativity
The way these fuckin' assholes run this music industry
And Labels wanna repackage old thoughts
And art takes a back seat to what is bought
When commerce meets commercial concerts
The comm stirs word up, it's art vs. dollars
And Labels wanna repackage old thoughts
And art takes a back seat to what is bought
When commerce meets commercial concerts
The comm stirs word up, it's art vs. dollars
Well okay, here's an advance on what you might do
Lock you up for 10 records, brother we really like you
We love your shit man, to the tune of three hundred grand
But don't forget right off the top, half goes to Uncle Sam
And of course, there's your lawyer and your manager
They're here for your benefit, to protect you from the scavengers
Seventy grand? Okay, not a bad payday
But whatever revenue you create gets paid back into your take
Well alright, I guess that's just how the business is
My t-shirt sales should help make up for the differences
Well... that's not 100% true
They take 30% of your merch, I'm shocked your lawyer didn't tell you
It's called a 360 deal
That means all three hundred and sixty degrees
They surround you and they steal
So while you're off on the road, you're doing shows
Killing yourself for your pimp like a bunch of fuckin' hos
And Labels wanna repackage old thoughts
And art takes a back seat to what is bought
When commerce meets commercial concerts
The comm stirs word up, it's art vs. dollars
And Labels wanna repackage old thoughts
And art takes a back seat to what is bought
When commerce meets commercial concerts
The comm stirs word up, it's art vs. dollars
Now please don't take it like I'm preaching to you
Cuz I've been seared in this business like a piece of tuna
And these sharks put their motherfucking teeth right through ya
Just a warning about how these record labels do ya
If you're interested in having any kind of future
Move your own units, fuck it, they gonna have to get used to
The new breed topplin' the old regime
While the bonuses dry up, along with their revenue streams
Yeah, this is just the way that it had to be
No longer under your rule, excuse us Your Majesty
We're gonna carve ourselves a new route
Fuck a record label, put your own music out
And Labels wanna repackage old thoughts
And art takes a back seat to what is bought
When commerce meets commercial concerts
The comm stirs word up, it's art vs. dollars
And Labels wanna repackage old thoughts
And art takes a back seat to what is bought
No longer in need of your Label's services,
You overslept in the bed you made
Free the sheet that you heard it in
(Fuck a record label, put your own music out)
(Put your own music out)