Poor artist went to label, truckloads of money in mindRich artist left the buildingsCause all the labels had been standing in lineAnd so they signedArtist wrote rock’n roll historyConcentrated on a album so strongBut business claimed limited editionsInsisting on a additional songsThat was the time when I had been bornWhen I first saw the light of dayAnd even if you got a different opinionFrom my point of view – needless to say -That I’m happy to beEver if you don’t want me to beThe world wouldn’t go round without meI’m a bonus track on my way to JapanAnd I’m gonna be spread on InternetI’m a bonus track, to Brazil and backEnjoying worldwide fameThey’ll screw the industry, pay no royaltyBurn me on CD, all illegallyChinese bootlegs, Russian piracyCuthroat Germans the all copy meAnd I don’t give a shit, to me it’s all the sameAs long as I get all the fameAnd the girls know my nameI don’t give a fucking shit, no, I don’t give a shitDon’t give a fucking shit, no, no…Not a single little fucking shitOh this is it… This is it! It!I’m a bonus traaaaaaaaaaaaack