I'm tired of working hard for the man all day
Just waitin' to come home to my guitar and play
Tired of walking down the street bein' nobody
Just wanna make it big then everyone'll know me
Said I wanna be a sellout
Just drop a fat sack of cash in my lap
I'll sing anything ya want me to
Don't care about art, man, that's the truth
Bein' original just doesn't seem to be the way
When ya belly's empty and ya got bills to pay
Broke as a joke with about zero fans
When we started makin' songs this isn't quite what I had planned
Said I wanna be a sellout
Just drop a fat sack of cash in my lap
I'll sing anything ya want me to
Don't care about art, man, that's the truth
I Wanna Be a Sellout Video (MV)
Performed By: The Moustaches
Language: English
Length: 1:46
Written by: Dave Read, Stu Young, Tim Hencz
The Moustaches - I Wanna Be a Sellout Lyrics
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I'm tired of working hard for the man all day
Just waitin' to come home to my guitar and play
Tired of walking down the street bein' nobody
Just wanna make it big then everyone'll know me
Said I wanna be a sellout
Just drop a fat sack of cash in my lap
I'll sing anything ya want me to
Don't care about art, man, that's the truth
Bein' original just doesn't seem to be the way
When ya belly's empty and ya got bills to pay
Broke as a joke with about zero fans
When we started makin' songs this isn't quite what I had planned
Said I wanna be a sellout
Just drop a fat sack of cash in my lap
I'll sing anything ya want me to
Don't care about art, man, that's the truth
Just waitin' to come home to my guitar and play
Tired of walking down the street bein' nobody
Just wanna make it big then everyone'll know me
Said I wanna be a sellout
Just drop a fat sack of cash in my lap
I'll sing anything ya want me to
Don't care about art, man, that's the truth
Bein' original just doesn't seem to be the way
When ya belly's empty and ya got bills to pay
Broke as a joke with about zero fans
When we started makin' songs this isn't quite what I had planned
Said I wanna be a sellout
Just drop a fat sack of cash in my lap
I'll sing anything ya want me to
Don't care about art, man, that's the truth
Writer: Dave Read, Stu Young, Tim Hencz
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