Pantera
Текст песни The Great Southern Trendkill

It's wearing on my mind, I'm speaking all my doubts aloudYou
rob a dead mans grave, then flaunt it like you did createIf I
hit bottom and everythings goneIn the great Mississippi, please
drown me and runIt's digging time again, you're nurturing the
weakest trendThose with the heart and the brain to get past thisCan
spot a pathetic without even askingFuck your magazine, and fuck
the long dead plastic scenePierce a new hole, if Hell was "in"
you'd give your soul
Chorus:The great southern trendkillThat's right,The great southern
trendkill
Buy it at a store, from MTV to on the floorYou look just like
a star, it's proof you don't know who you areIt's bullshit time
again, you'll save the world within your trendPolitically relieved,
you're product sold and well receivedThe right words spoken gold,
if I was God you'd sell your soul to...
Chorus