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Don't want to find myself homogenized |
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Don't want to become the very thing that I despised |
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Don't need my mommy feeding me culture with a spoon |
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Don't want to end up with as much edge as a balloon |
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Don't want my ideas polluted by mediocrity |
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Don't want my senses diluted |
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This is important to me |
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I tried to give my best to you |
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But you plugged up your ears |
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And now I just can't take no more |
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I've had it up to here |
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Don't want to be the another boy next door |
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Don't want to pander to the masses anymore |
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Don't need the whole wide world to love me |
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Don't want to win the human race |
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Don't want my music to be less well-known than my face |
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Don't want to compromise my art for universal appeal |
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Don't want to be mass consumed |
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I'm not a happy meal |
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I tried to give my best to you |
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But you plugged up your ears |
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And now I just can't take no more |
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I've had it up to here |
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I moved out from the sticks |
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Nobody believed in me |
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Had to climb my way up |
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Overcome all kinds of adversity |
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Oh, if you think I need approval from the faceless throng |
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That's where you're wrong |
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So wrong |
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I tried to give my best to you |
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But you plugged up your ears |
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And now I just can't take no more |
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I've had it up to here |
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I've had it |
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I've had it |
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I've had it up to here |
