Sell-Out (tune of All-Star by Smash Mouth)

Somebody once told me that vidya devs had trolled me
That games put sexist thoughts in my head
Well her points were kinda dumb
But that got ignored by some
Of the journalists who had shared her bed

Well, if you want to date that ain't no cause for hate
But there are rules when you are the fourth estate
Didn't want ethics to kill your fun
So you made sure the story got spun
"It's all about misogyny!"
But nobody's fallin' for those cheats
It's all a show, that we both know (know!)
And now it's time, reap what you sew!

Hey now, we're all gamers, but we're all dead, you say?
Who cares? You're a journ'list, lie for your friends, get paid
It's been comedy gold
But your blatant lies do get old.

It's a cool job, and before you got older
You thought you'd find truth, spread it all the world over
But your more recent self begs to differ
Now you'd rather fabricate, make your own picture
We're used to hate, from bullies and their kin
Really nothing new, we've all got some thick skin
So you can call us all shitlords
We all don't give a damn, we've heard it all before

Once you were a journ'list, at least until, one day
You became a sell-out, and your audience, got played
Trade your ethics for gold
So you can fit a corrupt mold

(Ethical boon)
(Traded for poon)

(Ethical boon)
(Traded for poon)

Hey now, you're a sell-out, we all get it, okay
But how, can you live with, your own damn self, and say
"I'm a journalist though,"
Yeah, maybe on Mars…

Somebody once came
To ask you for some good games
"I need distract myself away from life's pace."
You said "nope, you're a sexist
"I don't know you at all though, myself
"But since you play with those vidya gaems."

Well, the ads start runnin' and they won't stop runnin'
Break all the rules and then think we'll keep comin'
Didn't make sense, not to no damn one
Shit, it must smart, knowin' you're so dumb
So what do you expect to see?
Us coming back to suck on your teats?
You oughta know that we won't show (show!)
We'll never stop now 'cause we know!

Hey now, you're a sell-out, you just tell lies, all day
Could've, been a journ'list, but you threw it, away
All your morals were sold
Now you just do what you are told
Damn, your heart is ice cold.
Are you glad that you sold your soul?