When I was a little kid
  I couldn't have told you what a sellout is
  Kiss, the clash, and darby crash
  I didnt care who forked over the cash
  In my heart the music lived
  Not what jackets and labels read
  
  it's your money, do what you want
  dont be bullied, you have a voice
  it's your choice, dont cry to me
  
  Who made up the rules
  Isn't it quite hypocritical
  To tell us what is hip and ridicule
  Those who have what you wanted all along
  Jealousy, greed want a lock on the scene
  Indie adolph dont tell me
  I inject what I want in me
  
  Make your own rules
  
  Like lemmings jumping off a cliff
  Thats cool if its how you choose to live
  Listen up, dont be fooled, do what you wanna do
  and know the difference
  It's your allowance-you allow it
  
  Who makes up your rules