So, you call yourself an artist with a little bit of flair
And you're gonna play the Garden
Up at Madison Square... okay, then
Now you're in the money

360 divided: itty-bitty piece of pie (that's right)
Be careful what you're signing
If you can't afford the buyout... okay, then
Well, it's kind of funny

Their dreams are shattering while your getting paid
So, why don't you shut up and listen?
For years the warning was coming your way
So high on the hog that you missed it

Gonna make a bit of money and gain some respect
But your nose is getting runny
You're gonna catch your death... to fallout
Love expectancy, yes

So we got him in a panic, but you're kind of getting old
A depression kind of manic
Your record never went gold... still paying
Oh, you're still paying now

Their dreams are shattering while your getting paid
So, why don't you shut up and listen?
For years the warning was coming your way
So high on the hog that you missed it

Hog tie the artist and we're gonna keep 'em on his heels
We've tried everything just to butter up the deal
Hog tied everything that you ever thought was real
We bleed for every bit and they give all this away for free

Their dreams are shattering while your getting paid
So, why don't you shut up and listen?
For years the warning was coming your way
So high on the hog that you missed it