Everywhere I look There are some opinions I can't stand And don't we all feel that way sometimes But one sticks out to me That we must fulfill our greed Ruin artistic integrity for the sake of short-term marketability I'll be driving home for the holidays Listen to the radio and all the stupid shit that gets played We don't stand a chance It must connect to the emotions of the audience We cannot have them thinking on their own If we keep them focused on relationships and their high school crush We've done our part, let's go home What a standard, a restricting formula That never allows my voice to get heard You can go and sing those songs all day long And realize that There's no substance to their words I'll be sitting at home for the holidays Watch the daily countdown shows and all the stupid shit that gets played We don't stand a chance