I had a tiny bit of indie clout until I sold completely out
Then we met an agent from Burbank
Signed a multi-album deal and looked around for songs to steal
Our credibility went in the tank
Played some frat rock for some bros as if we weren't one of those
Our songs are vapid but we didn't care
Sucking at the corporate teat, all the money was a treat
We'll play whatever gets us on the air
We are Train, we are bland
What passes these days for a band
Suburban Moms, we're what you seek
Won't you save us Walnut Creek?
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