That time Tool took a fan saying he thought they were selling out super personal: Hooker with a Penis

Lyrics:

I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s

And a dope Beastie tee, nipple rings

New tattoos that claimed that he

Was OGT, back from '92, from the first EP

And in between sips of Coke

He told me that he thought we were sellin' out

Layin' down, suckin' up to the man

Well now I've got some

Advice for you, little buddy

Before you point the finger

You should know that I'm the man

I'm the man and you're the man

And he's the man as well

So you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass

All you know about me is what I've sold ya, dumb fuck

I sold out long before you'd ever even heard my name

I sold my soul to make a record, dip shit

And then you bought one

I've got some advice for you, little buddy

Before you point the finger

You should know that I'm the man

If I'm the fucking man

Then you're the fucking man as well

So you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass

All you know about me is what I've sold you, dumb fuck

I sold out long before you'd ever even heard my name

I sold my soul to make a record, dip shit

And then you bought one

All you read and wear or see and

Hear on tv is a product begging for your

Fat-ass dirty dollar

Shut up and...

Buy, buy, buy my new record

And buy, buy, buy, send more money

Fuck you, buddy

Fuck you, buddy

Fuck you, buddy

Fuck you, buddy