When I was a little kid
I couldn't have told you what a sellout is
Kiss, the clash, and darby crash
I didn't care who forked over the cash
In my heart the music lived
Not what jackets and labels read
It's your money, do what you want
Don't be bullied, you have a voice
It's your choice, don't cry to me
Who made up the rules
Isn't it quite hypocritical
To tell us what is hip and ridicule
Those who have what you wanted all along
Jealousy, greed want a lock on the scene
Indie adolph don't tell me
I inject what I want in me
Make your own rules
Like lemmings jumping off a cliff
That's cool if it's how you choose to live
Listen up, don't be fooled, do what you wanna do
And know the difference
It's your allowance-you allow it
Who makes up your rules
