Lyrics: Motörhead. On Parole. Fools.

This is a song for all you
Managers and agents out there
Are ya listening? Good

They take your money, break your soul
They say it's only rock 'n' roll
They think they're cool to wheel and deal
Without a thought to how we feel

They pick you up and drop you flat
Then tell you life can be like that
You blew it all the day you signed
Your stupid name on some dotted line

We hate the men who make the rules
The ones who always try so hard
To make us look like fools

They say we need them, it ain't true
The music's down to me and you
We play their games, play real nice
We gotta hear their dumb advice

We hate the men who make the rules
The ones who always try so hard
To make us look like fools

So many lies, they get confused
You start to feel you're being used
If ten percent is all they take
What happens to all the bread you make?

Every day it gets a little harder
Just to keep on keeping on
Do we really need all this bullshit
So long now all the thrill has gone

We hate the men who make the rules
The ones who always try so hard
To make us look like fools

It's so hard to make us look like you