He asked me if I was a singer then called me has-been
She said she really liked my band in the early 90's, oh, yeah
I said, "Stop saying those mean things, my ego is so fragile"
And then she called me a poser punk
Why don't I drink up and get the hell out
'Cause I'm a sell out

That berating kinda bummed me out, so I left the parkside
I walked to my Volvo and noticed I had a couple slashed tires
But adding injury and insult to vandalism
Someone took a key to my door and boldly spelled out
You're a sell out

It says on the side of my car that I'm a sell out
I play a korean guitar, but I'm a sell out
I'm a sell out
I'm a sell out