By special request

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?

(For reference.)