what's the point of fame nexcept to reinforce the social hierarchies we oppose nwhat's the point of a name nif it just becomes something that you drop nwhen you feel insecure nand you're not sure nif everybody in the room will have heard of your band before nand you're on tour nand haven't seen a friend in at least a couple of days nlet me count the ways that i abuse the privilege ngranted to me by this mandolin nand my white skin that bought me my first guitar neverybody told me boy you're bound to be a star noh yes you are nboy you're bound to be a star nand like every major threat nthey somehow find a way to buy it nthey co-opt what we create nwhile they get rich and we deny it nthe TV tells us there are stars and fans nand there's just one way to make it nfollow the label's rules nuse the master's tools nand when the big deal comes you take it nyou're selling hope to angry kids nwho think that you're the only ones nwho sing about what makes them sad nwho understand the way they feel nthat's just cuz your label pays nfor multi-colored tour posters nso no one ever hears about nthe kids doing it for real nand i'm so tired of these anarchist celebrities nselling $10 shrinkwrapped CDs nfull of paper made from old growth trees nand i know that we all have our hipocrisies nthis isn't about purity or punk rock points nit's about taking back what's left of our ideals nand trading in our egos for our dreams nand if i start to act like them nplease call me on my shit ncuz sometimes i get jealous ni'll be the first one to admit ni've been brainwashed all my life nand now i'm trying to think for myself ni think that i might need your help