Tytuł: The great southern trendkill

• Wykonawca: Pantera
• Wyświetleń: 270

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
  
   (Chorus)
   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 and well received
   The right words spoken gold, if I was God you'd sell your soul to...
  
   (Chorus)