Testo di Industry Secrets

What a sunny day, at home I'd rather stay I won't let them see me, till I'm ready They won't be ready for me I hate women and gays and any other minorities that get in my way I hate whatever is trendy for me I just need a target, you see Yeah! It's who do ya know? And who do ya blow? And who do ya know? And who do ya blow? Ooh Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha All I wanted was to be a fucking artist But they won't let me, you fucking cunts This industry's impossible to get into I don't give a fuck about if it's simple Make a song about a girl and her pimples Teenage love and they're still serving up wrinkles How the fuck you almost 40 years old and still singin' about fucking teenage love? Ah-ha-ha I love you, I love you, I l-l-love you, I love you It's who do ya know? And who do ya blow? And who do ya know? And who do ya blow? It's who do ya know? (Who do ya know?) And who do ya blow? (Who do ya blow?) And who do ya know? (Who do ya know?) And who do ya blow? (Who do ya blow?) And I'll blow you all away Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha