It's wearing on my mind, I'm 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 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 f** your magazine, and f** 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,
THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL 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 bullsh** 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
That's right,
THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL