This is the sound of my brain
Then I said, this is the sound of my brain on Don Henley!
Then I said, 1 2 3 4...
He's a tortured artist
Used to be in the Eagles
Now he whines
Like a wounded beagle
Poet of despair
Pumped up with hot air
He's serious, pretentious
And I just don't care
Don Henley must die
Don't let him get back together
With Glenn Frey
Don Henley must die
Turn on the TV
And what did I see?
This bloated hairy thing
Winning a Grammy
Best Rock Vocalist?
Compared to what?
A buncha pseudo-serious
Craft-instamatic Satanic plot
Don Henley must die
Put a sharp stick in his eye
Don Henley must die
Quit playin' that crap
You're out of the band
I'm only kidding
Can't you tell?
I love his sensitive music
Idiot poetry swill
You and your kind
Are k**ing rock and roll
It's not because you are O-L-D
It's cause you ain't got no soul
Don't be afraid of fun
Loosen up your ponytail
Be wild, young, free and dumb
Get your head out of your tail
Don Henley must die
Don't let him get back together
With Glenn Frey
Don Henley must die
Put him in the electric chair
Watch him fry
Don Henley must die
Don Henley must die
No Eagles reunion
The same goes for you, Sting