41: Label Debut/Dispute

Playing our hearts out, here in front of you.
Be the judge as we plead our case
with our major label debut.

Throw out those memories of failed attempts,
those rooms that never filled.
Those songs that never turned out right
a fanbase slowly built.

Hometown's a worldwide tourist trap
we're the spiders, you're the flies.
you're swimming in my ego pool
with gossip column lies.
We're too good for you, you know,
molded clones are waiting
in my manager's backroom closet.
Gone are the days we've gripped our roots:
we're out for harvest,
rotten fruits.