Pop Song - Lyrics - Danny Peck

Woke up on the tracks Almost got the axe Barely made it back I almost had to laugh When I hit the street Walked up to your door I tried to turn the key Didn't work no more Believe me This ain't just another pop song So I went on down To see what I could see Saw a whole lotta people staring Staring back at me You know they looked the same Like they was all alone And that's the way you feel When you ain't got no home Believe me This ain't just another pop song This ain't no plastic hippy's Stolen culture Sold to millions This ain't no suicide lover on the phone And this ain't just another pop song Corporate heads may roll Bigger fish could fry And if that money don't keep coming You'll know the reason why Because the bottom line Waves it's bloody fist And if the numbers don't add up You just don't exist Believe me This ain't just another pop song How come these headlines read Much more obscene Than dirty dreams How they water down Everything that's real (How am I supposed to feel) Pop Song (cont.) Sniper on the roof I'm watching on "Ophry" But he looks a little to familiar He's aiming straight at me I know I might get famous Someone might cut a check But I hope he don't see too good Cause I ain't done singing yet Believe me This ain't just another pop song Woke up on the tracks Almost got the axe Barely made it back I almost had to laugh