Dboy Sells Out
All you lonely hipsters talk yourselves into the ground
You complain about the labels - did the labels let you down?
All your favourite Cornish dancers
You must keep them in the dark,
And defy the hammer that gives off the spark
Dboy sells out.
Don't you think the engine needs the oil in the gears,
or to balance out the books is it cool when our arrears
Make our life a living struggle? is your pleasure from our lack?
Is our golden goose a knife stuck in your back?
DBOY SELLS OUT.
We want your money, your money, your money.
Dboy wants your money.