I'm like a 
Bat Out of 
Hell, being pulled by 
Black Stallions. 
Waiting for 
Metallica to make another 
Black Album. 
Queen of The 
Stone Age guage, 
I'm fenced in. 
Watching doves cry in this purple rain that 
I'm drenched in. 
I'm having a clean day, when 
I clash with the sounds. 
Now I'm a basketcase, until you come around. 
This world's like a vortex trying to suck me in, 
I'm lucky to play the role of a drowning 
Jeff Buckley. 
I'm an Out
Kast in the 
Stankonia land, 
Now throw your hands in the air and do the hokey dance. 
Jane's Addiction got me seeing deep purple. 
Need to find the perfect tune to make 
A Perfect 
Circle. Riding a white pony? 
That explains my 
Deftones. 
I'm Illmatic like a storm on this microphone. 
Walking across 
Abbey Road with 
Ringo Starr. 
But Yoko Ono was here, so we had to split apart! 
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard. 
And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars. 
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard. 
And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars. 
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
I'm a Stone 
Temple Pilot, riding this 
Crazy Train. 
I need a Black 
Sabbath to break 
Alice from her chains. 
Rode into 
Iowa with a 
Slip and a 
Knot, 'cuz i got a 
Liscence to 
Ill, so whatcha, whatcha want? 
On a Black 
Sunday, I walked up 
Cypress Hill, until 
I crashed into a dashboard and walked into a confessional. 
I'm just an 
Audioslave on the run, in a 
SoundGarden waiting for this 
Blackhole 
Sun to come. 
My crew is my feelings, sprayed 
Led like Zeppelin. 
Trying to find my way up the 
Stairway To 
Heaven. I'll trick you with this massive attack of 
Back In Black. 
Raging Against the 
Machine just like 
Zack. I used to have the common sense to walk or die. 
Used to hold 
Guns And Roses, now 
I hold double revolvers. 
Met this girl named 
Charlotte, she looked 
Good in my bed, 'til my 
Bizket went 
Limp 'cuz she wouldn't give me 
Portishead. 
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard. 
And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars. 
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard. 
And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars. 
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
I found a 
Message in a 
Bottle so 
I called the 
Police. I met a 
Material Girl who said 
Poppa Don't 
Preach. They say love bites like an angry 
Def Lepperd, like a 
Nine Inch 
Nail being pushed in by 
Trent Rezner. 
I got a Sex 
Pistol and a 
Gang of Bloodhounds, who walked up to a 
House of Pain and made 
Lethal Jump 
Around. I ate 
Chop Suey while watching 
System of a 
Down, fell asleep in 
Linkin's Park and woke up in 
Marcy's Playground. 
Sniffing White 
Stripes with a 
Seven Nation 
Army, waiting for 
Marilyn Manson to egg it on me. 
Public Police got me lost in mix tapes. 
Oops, I did it again, and 
I made Britney 
Spears my slave. 
I made it to 
Brooklyn and 
I still can't sleep. 
I got a Radiohead, now they call me a creep. 
I parachute on a cold day, when 
I Coldplay the streets. 
I'm dieing to be famous, like both of 
J-lo's ass cheeks. 
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard. 
And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars. 
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard. 
And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars. 
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.