I go out, and all is like always I’m tired of all this Of all the fucking bands of people who have no fucking idea and thinks he knows And who think they are someone when play in front of their friends And didn’t play a fucking note on the tone If Dimebag raise his head Contests to get you off the money in exchange for empty hopes Abusive hire of concerts halls, taking advantage of your work and dreams This is the stark reality what we face every day You are killing the music we are against all the world (x2) Managers that don’t promote you, are like a hooker that doesn’t suck it The people never listen to you if you’re not on the top This is the stark reality what we face every day You are killing the music we are against all the world (x4)