Live like a legend and die like an asshole You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes Your revolution rock hits sound like shit through your iPod Put fists up like I got, not give me the loot How I tried to buy my soul back But the devil bent me over for it Got me curled up in the shower, scratching the letters that read Dear mother, I sold my soul for management Fog blasts will not mask a stage act unnatural. Those timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guests list the suits And past the smoke hangs the backdrop, crowd screams holy mackerel Verse-chorus, verse-chorus, a solo, then boom How I tried to buy my soul back But the devil bent me over for it Got you curled up in the shower, scratching the letters that read Dear mother, I sold my soul for management