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...