It wears on my patience when I talk to those deejays
At the corporation station they slather on false praise
Even though I`m slow I know no radio will give my record spins
Lean on me all you want to, I`ll break before I bend
Way up in those ivory towers with gold records on the walls
All the big wigs got the power but they ain`t got the balls
The desk bound clowns that run this town
Have watered down the sound just like their gin
Lean on me all you want to, I`ll break before I bend
Hell yeah I`d love to make it but I suck at playing games
I`d rather starve than fake it for a little taste of fame
It`s wrong to be a doggone pawn singing songs that make
You yawn for payments on a long mercedes benz
Lean on me all you want to, I`ll break before I bend