She asked me if I was a singer
Then called me has-been
She said she really liked my band
In the early 90s, 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 cell out!
That berating really bummed me out
So I left the Parkside
I walked to my Volvo and noticed
I had a couple slashed tires, oh no!
But adding injury and insult
To vandalism
Someone took a key to my door
And boldly spelled out
You're a cell out!
It says on the side of my car
that I'm a cell out
I play a Korean guitar
but I'm a cell out
I'm a cell out
I'm a cell out