f** 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 f**ing 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 who*e whose words mean nothing more Than the clothes you wear, or your f**ing hair Do us all a favor Quit wasting our precious time