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 



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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 and well received 

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



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