Gotta Go

Don't need your good advice

Your bad-ass pose

Your tons of contacts

Your control

I gotta go



Don't need your record deal

Your line of coke

Your fancy friends

And your support

I gotta go



Hey hey hey, we're not that dumb, we can do it ourselves,

We're doomed to fail, don't need your help

Hey hey hey, we don't have to sell our soul



To a wanna-be-satan and his court

We're all losers, don't you know?



Don't need your friendly contracts

Your fake love

Your coloured vinyl

Your comfort

I gotta go



Don't want your good advice

Your line of coke

Your fancy friends

And your control

I gotta go