(Verse 1) You sold us heroes, you sold us dreams, Now we're just numbers on your streaming screen. You call us names, you draw the line, Then ask us for our hard-earned dime. Every interview's another lecture, Every headline paints a new picture. (Pre-Chorus) You burned the bridge, you slammed the door, Now you're wondering what we're waiting for. (Chorus) You hate your audience! But you still want every cent! Call us every name you know, Then wonder why attendance goes. You hate your audience! Still begging us to pay! You can't bite the hand that feeds you Every single day! (Verse 2) Another reboot, another preach, Another lesson no one needs. Every critic says it's gold, The empty theaters say we're told. You blame the fans, you blame the crowd, Never say the quiet part out loud. (Pre-Chorus) If we're the problem, that's okay... Why are you asking us to pay? (Chorus) You hate your audience! But you still want every cent! Roll your eyes and mock the crowd, Then ask us all to turn out. You hate your audience! Still calling us to buy! Funny how the box office Never seems to lie! (Bridge) We're not the critics! We're not the press! We're just the people buying tickets! If we're so awful, if we're so wrong, Why keep selling us your songs? (Breakdown) No more lectures! No more blame! Maybe tell a story instead! No more hashtags! No more fights! Just give us one good movie night! (Final Chorus) You hate your audience! But you still want every cent! Respect is earned, it can't be sold, Not with another scolding tone. You hate your audience! Well, here's the final scene— If you don't like your customers... Don't be shocked when they all leave! (Outro) Roll the credits... Turn the lights... Maybe we'll come back... When you remember who bought the ticket.
