Remix Cat Tattoo with Paul's Outlaw Country

[INTRO] [Spoken, gravelly, dry, close-mic, slight tape crunch] They write the contracts, we write the hooks... but metaphors, darling, come with interest rates too. [VERSE 1] The Office came in Armani, SU-NO oH with the fine print, signed a deal in the shadows, called it "creative stint". I thought art was a wildfire, no fences, no gates, turns out it's a gated community with three locks on the gates. [PRE-CHORUS] Mercenaries of copyright, lawyers of the click, sell you poetic justice in a PDF trick. They say "love the music," but pull back the screen, there's a clause in the basement that's sharp and obscene. [CHORUS] The Office holds the baton, SU-NO oH holds the stage, I hold the microphone, and they... hold the page. What comes first? My subscription's final ride, or the day my own song costs me per side? [VERSE 2] "Ecosystem" they whisper, "protecting the art," but their garden has tollbooths right from the start. Every note that I bleed has a microchip price, complain too loud? You're "abusive" – how nice. [BRIDGE 1] "Protecting the industry" – what a beautiful phrase! They're protecting their bonuses, their stock, their raise. While the indie kid eats his own verses for lunch, 'cause even your silence now comes with a punch. [BRIDGE 2] ¡Esto va por los que entienden, por los que pagan sin deber! The Office, SU-NO oH, guarden su contrato... yo solo sé hacer. So no... that's a no. The Office called, SU-NO oH answered... and the user? Still on hold. [CHORUS 2] The Office holds the baton, SU-NO oH holds the stage! HEY! I hold the microphone, and they... hold the page! HEY! What comes first? My subscription's final ride, or the day my own song costs me per side? per side... per side... per side... [BREAKDOWN] [spoken, quick, frustrated] Spoken distorted: "Song downloaded... 1 of 20 this month." [OUTRO] [Paul's whispered whiskey, raspy, gritty, outlaw country voice] Want the full lyrics? SU-NO oH... Upgrade to Premier and we'll talk. [Sharp exhale] cat to silence. NEVER!!! [Spoken, gravelly, dry, close-mic, slight tape crunch] Paul’s done talkin’. Y’all keep the contracts. We’ll keep the songs.