He asked me if I was a singer then called me has-been She said she really liked my band in the early 90's, oh, yeah I said, "Stop saying those mean things, my ego is so fragile" And then she called me a poser punk Why don't I drink up and get the hell out 'Cause I'm a sell out That berating kinda bummed me out, so I left the parkside I walked to my Volvo and noticed I had a couple slashed tires But adding injury and insult to vandalism Someone took a key to my door and boldly spelled out You're a sell out It says on the side of my car that I'm a sell out I play a korean guitar, but I'm a sell out I'm a sell out I'm a sell out