Industry Secrets

[Verse 1]
What a sunny day, at home I'd rather stay
I won't let them see me, till I'm ready
They won't be ready for me
I hate women and gays and any other minorities that get in my way
I hate whatever is trendy for me
I just need a target, you see

[Chorus]
It's who do ya know?
And who do ya blow?
And who do ya know?
And who do ya blow?
(Ooh)

[Post-Chorus]
AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, HA!
All I wanted was to be a fucking artist
But they won't let me, you fucking cunts

[Verse 2]
This industry's impossible to get into
I don't give a fuck about if "it's simple"
Make a song about a girl and her pimples
Teenage love and they're still serving up wrinkles
How the fuck you almost 40 years old and still singin' about fucking teenage love?
Ah-ha-ha

[Bridge]
I love you, I love you
I l-l-love you, I love you

[Chorus]
It's who do 'ya know?
And who do 'ya blow?
And who do 'ya know?
And who do 'ya blow?
It's who do 'ya know? (Who do 'ya know?)
And who do 'ya blow? (Who do 'ya blow?)
And who do 'ya know? (Who do 'ya know?)
And who do 'ya blow? (Who do 'ya blow?)

[Breakdown]
And I'll blow you all away
AH-HA-HA-HA-HA