Live like a legend and die like an [bad word]

Live like a legend and die like an [bad word]  

You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes. 

The revolution rock hits sound like [bad word] through your iPod. 

"Put fists up like like I got, now gimme the loot." 

How I tried to buy my soul back, but the devil bent me over for it. 

Got me curled up in the shower scratching the letters that read: 

Dear mother, I sold my soul for management.

Fog blasts will not mask a stage act unnatural. 

Those timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guests list the suits. 

And past the smoke hands the backdrop, crowd screams holy mackerel. 

Verse-chorus, verse-chorus, a solo, then boom.

How I tried to buy my soul back, but the devil bent me over for it. 

Got you curled up in the shower scratching letters that read: 

Dear mother, I sold my soul for management.