Writing Is Getting Even Worse
This Stupid Name Has Become A Curse
Without It Nobody Seemed To Care
I'm Being Held Hostage By My Hair

The Mohawk Shtick Is Getting Stale
I Know This Album Is Going To Fail
To Change Things Now I Couldn't Dare
I'm Being Held Hostage By My Hair

To Get This Big, I Guess I Should've Known That
My Music Career, Well Now I've Blown That
A Terrible Album, But You Do Not Care
Fans Only Like Me For My Hair

To Get This Big, I Never Thought It Out
My Music Career Is Over Without A Doubt
Destined For Nowhere
Fans Only Like Me Because

I'm The One With Stupid Keyboard Beats
A CD-R Plays On Repeat
At The End Of The Night, I'm The One That I Defeat

In Three More Years, I'll Be On The Streets
A Plea For Change I Will Repeat
It's In The Pound, Please Put It To Sleep