The record company wants a hit so I told them this: See my fingers they're your money in the shape of a fist I send you all my medical bills from the stress And it's ok if they get paid before the printed date The record company wants a hit so they told me this: Lose your temper, don't be angry and verbally pissed Think more about disco you know chart toppers sell I signed their paper -- Suck my dick, sincerely yours - go to hell (Chorus) I don't want you To want me To want you To like me I don't want you To want me To want you To love me Please don't let them turn me into something else then the pathetic little shit I am...all if this for a hit The record company wants a hit so we agreed on this: To disagree on those little things that matter to me Don't give a damn about the tension I bring So don't waste your time on me