Yeah, where's my cash?
I paid the price, thought I was getting gold
Walked in the venue, man, the vibe was cold
No distortion, no raw power chords
No thundering drums—just synthetic bores
Yeah, this ain't rock, it's a total joke
I want my money back, this is fucking smoke
Give me my money back (money back)
This ain't what I paid for, that's a fact
Where's the rock and roll? (come on!)
I'm out of control—give me my cash, let's go!
Give me my money back (yeah!)
This ain't rock, it's garbage in a sack
No edge, no attitude, no rebel soul
Just a watered-down excuse for rock and roll
I came for thunder, got a whisper instead
Waste of my time, waste of bread
You sold me a lie wrapped up in hype
Now I'm walking out—this ain't my type
Give me my money back (money back)
This ain't what I paid for, that's a fact
Where's the rock and roll? (whoa!)
I'm losing control—give me my cash, let's go!
Give me my money back (hey!)
Yeah, give me my money back
This wasn't rock