Its wearing on my mind, Im speaking all my doubts aloud
You rob a dead mans grave, then flaunt it like you did create
If I hit bottom and everythings gone
In the great Mississippi, please drown me and run
Its digging time again, youre nurturing the weakest trend
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking
Fuck your magazine, and fuck the long dead plastic scene
Pierce a new hole, if Hell was "in"
youd give your soul
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THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL
Thats right,
THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL
Buy it at a store, from MTV to on the floor
You look just like a star, its proof you dont know who you are
Its bullshit time again, youll save the world within your trend
Politically relieved, youre product sold and well received
The right words spoken gold, if I was God youd sell your soul to...
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