| Poor artist went to a label, truckloads of money in mind
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| Rich artist left the buildings
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| Cause all the labels had been standing in line
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| And so they signed
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| Artist wrote rock 'n roll history
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| Concentrated on an album so strong
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| But business claimed limited editions
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| Insisting on additional songs
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| That was the time when I had been born
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| When I first saw the light of day
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| And even if you got a different opinion
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| From my point of view — needless to say —
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| That I’m happy to be
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| Even if you don’t want me to be
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| The world wouldn’t go round without me
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| Hehe, well… that’s shit. |
| But we carry on
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| Whatever, we do a second version of that
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| What? |
| Okay. |
| So here is the chorus
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| I’m a bonus track on my way to Japan
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| And I’m gonna be spread on the Internet
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| I’m a bonus track, to Brazil and back
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| I’m enjoying worldwide fame
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| They’ll screw the industry, pay no royalty
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| Burn me on CD, all illegally
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| Chinese bootlegs, Russian piracy
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| Cuthroat Germans they all copy me
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| And I don’t give a shit, to me it’s all the same
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| As long as I get all the fame
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| And the girls know my name
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| I don’t give a fucking shit, no, I don’t give a shit
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| Don’t give a fucking shit, no, no…
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| Not a single little fucking shit
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| Oh this is it… This is it! |
| It!
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| I’m a bonus traaeee ack…
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| Was it good? |