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Fools

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  • This is a song for all you
    Managers and agents out there
    Are ya listening?
    GoodThey take your money, break your soul
    They say it's only rock 'n' roll
    They think they're cool to wheel and deal
    Without a thought to how we feel
    They pick you up and drop you flat
    Then tell you life can be like that
    You blew it all the day you signed
    Your stupid name on some dotted line
    We hate the men who make the rules
    The ones who always try so hard
    To make us look like fools
    They say we need them, it ain't true
    The music's down to me and you
    We play their games, play real nice
    We gotta hear their dumb advice
    We hate the men who make the rules
    The ones who always try so hard
    To make us look like fools
    So many lies, they get confused
    You start to feel you're being used
    If ten percent is all they take
    What happens to all the bread you make?
    Every day it gets a little harder
    Just to keep on keeping on
    Do we really need all this ********
    So long now all the thrill has gone
    We hate the men who make the rules
    The ones who always try so hard
    To make us look like fools
    It's so hard to make us look like you
  • This is a song for all you
    Managers and agents out there
    Are ya listening?
    GoodThey take your money, break your soul
    They say it's only rock 'n' roll
    They think they're cool to wheel and deal
    Without a thought to how we feel
    They pick you up and drop you flat
    Then tell you life can be like that
    You blew it all the day you signed
    Your stupid name on some dotted line
    We hate the men who make the rules
    The ones who always try so hard
    To make us look like fools
    They say we need them, it ain't true
    The music's down to me and you
    We play their games, play real nice
    We gotta hear their dumb advice
    We hate the men who make the rules
    The ones who always try so hard
    To make us look like fools
    So many lies, they get confused
    You start to feel you're being used
    If ten percent is all they take
    What happens to all the bread you make?
    Every day it gets a little harder
    Just to keep on keeping on
    Do we really need all this ********
    So long now all the thrill has gone
    We hate the men who make the rules
    The ones who always try so hard
    To make us look like fools
    It's so hard to make us look like you