In "The Music Business," Ren tears into an industry that flatters artists, promises the world, then drains their money and rewrites their work until the music loses its soul. The repeated image of sharks circling fish captures the predatory cycle, while the pile of dirt stands in for every hollow reward. Frustration curdles into rage as compliments turn out to be bait, and the song lands as a bitter warning that trust is the first thing the business steals.
The Music Business Lyrics by Ren
Please, don’t fucking lie to me
Don’t hustle me or bribe me
I hold more grudges than a sibling rivalry
Try to be much wiser than the wolf
The enemy of truth who has lit a bonfire in me
Yes-men, I’m sick of yes-men. “Yes, Ren!”
Yes-men, always tryin’ to be your best friend
Yes-men, who will promise you the world
And take every penny when your back is turned
I’m so damn bored of the same conversations
“Wow, we love your vibe, Ren! You’re so fascinating!”
Then you sign on the dotted line and things start feeling frustrating
If you liked what I was doing so much in the first place, why the fuck you trying to change it so much?
I fucking hate the music business
It’s full of sharks who swim after fishes
Who promise you the world
Then take every penny you earn
And they give you a pile of dirt
They’re a cancer on the earth
And I’m feeling stressed out
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a liar by the toe
I can’t see what’s real no more
The world is like a kaleidoscope
I’m so fucking jaded by the times that I got played
And this budget allocated is so fucking complicated
And I’m so low
If you say one thing, please follow up on that thing that you said
And then if you say you’re going to do another thing, just do the thing
Don’t drag your feet like you’re the fucking Walking Dead
It’s just basic manners
My head is feeling hammered and not without a spanner
I start feeling mean, turning green, Dr Banner
Incredible Hulk that’s broke
‘Cause making music don’t pay when they take your notes
That has a double meaning, ’cause they take your banknotes
And they also strip the notes that you sing of all feeling
You fucking heathen, it’s fraud-hunting season
Give me another reason and I’ll barely leave you breathing
‘Cause this contract is misleading, cross the i’s and dot the t’s
And you won’t like me when I’m angry, I’m quite feisty when I’m seething
Lucifer, you fucking talentless bitch
I’mma feel so much better when I leave you in a ditch
I hate you
The music business
It’s full of sharks who swim after fishes
Who promise you the world
And take every penny you earn
And they leave you a pile of dirt
They’re a cancer on the earth
And I’m feeling stressed out
Fuck you so very much
You can suck a dick
You’re such a stupid cunt
Greedy fucking bitch
I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire
You greedy fucking liar
(Laughs) Is that a bit much?
I fucking hate the music business
It’s full of sharks who swim after fishes
Who promise you the world
And take every penny you earn
And leave you a pile of dirt
They’re a cancer on the earth
And I’m feeling stressed out
