Track Title: The Great Southern Trendkill

Artist: Pantera

Album: The Great Southern Trendkill

It’s wearing on my mind, I’m speaking all my doubts aloud
You rob a dead man’s grave, then flaunt it like you did create
If I hit bottom and everything’s 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
The Great Southern Trendkill (that’s right)

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…
The Great Southern Trendkill

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