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from The Deli Of Life by The Hanslick Rebellion

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You sold me out
You sold me out
You sold me out for a promise from a little man
With a carrot on a stick
And your dick in his hand

You sold me out
You sold me out
You let a bunch of little kids without a blessed clue
Barely old enough for braces
Be the boss of you

You sold me out
You sold me out
Just like Metallica, Nirvana, Rage and Aerosmith
And a thousand other bands
That couldn't keep our faith

Now
You sulk in the corner
Where they backed you up
In a vulgar display of power pop goes your dignity
There goes your dignity
And you can't bite back
'Cause your teeth are rotten
From a mouth all full of sugar pop goes your dignity -
Your fuckin dignity!

You sold me out
You sold me out
Must have been easy to convince yourself that we were through
Once you realized
You couldn't make me sell out too

You sold me out
You sold me out
You sold me out for a pittance, and away you went
Let's see how long those 30 silver pieces cover your rent

Now
You sulk in the corner
Where they backed you up
In a vulgar display of power pop goes your dignity
There goes your dignity
And you can't bite back
'Cause your teeth are rotten
From a mouth all full of sugar pop goes your dignity -
Your fuckin dignity!

(You sold me out)
Blood in a bead on the tips of our fingers
(You sold me out)
Mix until we are brothers
(You sold me out)
Now we're in this together
(You sold me out)
Can't take it back, ever
(You sold me out)
Blood in my throat, on my tongue, on my fingers
(You sold me out)
Sop it up and collect it
(You sold me out)
Let 'em bottle and sell it
(You sold me out)
Now you're listening to it, yeah

As you stare from the corner
Where they backed you up
In a vulgar display of power pop goes your dignity
There goes your dignity
And you can't bite back
'Cause your teeth are rotten
From a mouth all full of sugar pop goes your dignity -
Your fuckin dignity!
Twenty years' sweat and tears,
Working up your chops
But your guitar's just a prop for the kiddie pop goes your dignity
There goes your dignity
Spitting blame from the corner
Where they backed you up
Is it lonely at the top of the pop goes your dignity -
Your fuckin dignity!

You sold me out
You sold me out
Such a waste of time and effort
Such a waste of love
You're the biggest disappointment
In a lifetime of.

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from The Deli Of Life, released May 8, 2007
Words and music by Jed Davis
Published by Eschatonality/ASCAP

Jed Davis: vocals, keyboards
Mike Keaney: bass, backing vocals
Alex Dubovoy: guitars, backing vocals
Mike Kearns: drums, percussion
Produced by The Hanslick Rebellion
Engineered and mixed by Pete deBoer
Mastered by Kramer

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