Lyrics:

Back packs going for the green, pirates of tinsel town
Knock knock, banging on the doors, good deals are hard to find
A black suit opens the door, a shining corporate star
No hit he mumbles as he hears big chords from the guitar

Going from low to a higher ground
From a hard knock life into pixie dust
Ready set go and we're taking off
Like a skyrockt to oblivionm, and he said

I can't hear a single, this song in 7/8
It's dead has passed its sell by date
There's no spark no jingle, nor hooks nor four on the floor
Kick out the Harvard preppy dudes, let in Hollywood

No deal, mission incomplete
If you only could take the cotton from your ears
And put in your mouth

I can't hear a single, this song in 7/8
It's dead has passed its sell by date
There's no spark no jingle, nor hooks nor four on the floor
Kick out the Harvard preppy dudes, let in Hollywood

Footsteps echo in the night
The road of broken dreams
Footprints from a brighter day
Slowly fades away