Fuck them all
Because it's us versus them, and we are here filled to the brim
With life and something to say
We want more than a fashion parade
We know your glamour hides your despair
And I've got better things to do than fix my fucking hair
Pop-culture at it's very best is a parade of idiots I detest
To those puppets and those pulling their strings--
You'll never cheapen the songs we sing
Artistic merit is lost when the "artist" becomes commodified
Just another pig impaled on the cross of the almighty dollar sign
Another puppet, a dollar whore whose words mean nothing more
Than the clothes you wear, or your fucking hair
Do us all a favor
Quit wasting our precious time