The Great Southern Trendkill
It's wearing on my mind, I'm speaking all my doubts aloud
You rob a dead mans grave, then flaunt it like you did create
If I hit bottom & everythings gone
In the great Mississippi, please drown me & run
It's digging time again, you're nurturing the weakest trend
Those with the heart & the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking
Fuck your magazine, & fuck the long dead plastic scene
Pierce a new hole, if Hell was "in" you'd give your soul
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The great southern trendkill
That's right,
The great southern trendkill
Buy it at a store, from MTV to on the floor
You look just like a star, it's proof you don't know who you are
It's bullshit time again, you'll save the world within your trend
Politically relieved, you're product sold & well received
The right words spoken gold, if I was God you'd sell your soul to...
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