Its wearing on my mind  Im 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
Its digging time again  youre nurturing the weakest trend
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking
F**k your magazine  and f**k the long dead plastic scene
Pierce a new hole  if	hell was in
Youd give your soul
The great southern trendkill
Thats right
The great southern trendkill
Buy it at a store  from mtv to on the floor
You look just like a star  its proof you dont know who you are
Its bullshit time again  youll save the world within
Your trend
Politically relieved  youre product sold and well received

The right words spoken gold  if I was God youd sell your soul to