Voice 1: Hey dude, you going to the show tomorrow?
Voice 2: Nah man I got work tomorrow
Voice 1: Ah that sucks
Voice 2: Tell me about it I am working a double I’ll be lucky if I get out before midnight. Can you believe that?
Voice 1: Ponderous, fucking ponderous.

Voice 1: So I got try to put this album together and everyone expects greatness I got no money, I got old guitar strings, and we get in the studio and the drummer forgets his sticks and breaks a kick drum head, and now someone asking for sheet music. Sheet music!?!? Are you out of your mind this is a damn punk band. How the hell are we going to put this album out with no money??

We should have sold our souls for a paycheque,
We should have sold our souls for a paycheque,
We should have sold our souls for a paycheque,
We should have sold our souls for a paycheque

Voice 2: So I gave into the man. I mean I could be home watching Game of Thrones or the Matrix, but instead I’m fighting traffic. Fucking traffic!! Then I get to work I left my coffee at home my coworker tells me I have this important meeting, but I haven’t gotten a raise in 7 years, I mean that’s borderline slave labor

Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey

We should have sold our souls for a paycheque,
We should have sold our souls for a paycheque,
We should have sold our souls for a paycheque,
We should have sold our souls

Voice 2: So how’d the show go?
Voice 1: Man, don’t even get me started, we made 39 dollars.
Voice 2: 39 dollars?! That should cover the mortgage.
Voice 1: Man, I should have sold my soul for a paycheque