Life And Times Of A Bonus Track

Poor artist went to label, truckloads of money in mind Rich artist left the buildings Cause all the labels had been standing in line And so they signed Artist wrote rock'n roll history Concentrated on a album so strong But business claimed limited editions Insisting on a additional songs That was the time when I had born When I first saw the light of day And even if you got a different opinion From my point of view - needless to say - That I'm happy to be Ever if you don't want me to be The world wouldn't go round without me I'm a bonus track on my way to Japan And I'm gonna be spread on Internet I'm a bonus track, to Brazil and back Enjoying worldwide fame They'll screw the industry, pay no royalty Burn me on CD, all illegally Chinese bootlegs, Russian piracy Cuthroat Germans the all copy me And I don't give a shit, to me it's all the same As long as I get all the fame And the girls know my name I don't give a fucking shit, no, I don't give a shit Don't give a fucking shit, no, no... Not a single little fucking shit Oh this is it... This is it! It! I'm a bonus traaaaaaaaaaaaack...