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 and everythings gone

In the great Mississippi, please drown me and run

It's digging time again, you're 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'

you'd give your soul



That's right,


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 and well received

The right words spoken gold, if I was God you'd sell your soul to...