You gave up your heart
You gave up your dream
You gave up everything to make a little C.R.E.A.M
Nothing more than a programable being
used by the labels to transmit a beam
to send out their message of hate and ignorance
and ply the masses with ads for cigarettes.
Artists should keep the media in check
instead you tap dance at the man's command.
You said it yourself, “It's all about the Bens”,
even if it means the death of some friends.
You got another story in which to blend
encrypted hate they tell you to send.
It's alright player, live your lie
stacks in pockets, you doing alright
sellout is just a word, no cause for fright
ignore those colds sweats and terror filled nights
Chorus:
They jamming on your smash track
Radio Hack
You made a little fast cash
Radio Hack
Remember one sad fact
Radio Hack
Sell your soul
you never get it back
If you do this for dough,
there's one thing to know
once your sales drop off your out the door
they got no place for yesterday's ho
especially when that bitch don't produce no more
just an over glorified pitchman
your label made shit is trite and bland
the public won't buy your scam
or give a damn,
that your ass scored a track on Rock Band
It's not that hard to get creative control
take back parts your checkbook stole
remember how the music used to sooth your soul
and get back in touch with the art of your flow
Follow the way of The Frames
make your music for the sake of staying sane
or just because you got something to say
for the best things in life you never get paid
Chorus
You made a little fast cash
Radio Hack
They jamming on your smash track
Radio Hack
Remember one sad fact
Radio Hack
Sell your soul
you never get it back