She asked me if I was a singer then called me has-been
She said she really like my band in the early 90's
I said stop saying those mean things, my ego is so fragile
And the she called me a poseur punk
Why don't I drink up and get the hell out
'Cause I'm a sellout

That berating kinda bumped me out so I left the prakside
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 sellout

It says on the side of my car that I'm a sellout
I play a Korean guitar but I'm a sellout
I'm a sellout