Metal’s got a lot of problems, here’s one people who enforce the dress code Because you’re the self-appointed poser police Stop with that sh** Judging people for not being trve enough Like you were born with your ebay high-tops Bragging about how you called someone out Don’t be a dick We don’t need you guarding the gate It’s not us against them, so just cut the sh** Stop worrying about posers Stop worrying about posers Oh, are you evil? I’m so impressed Your band’s satanic? Well I’m really scared I heard your lyrics brought down the church Oh, did they not? What rebels, you and the rest of the flock may want to open up a thesaurus because The darkness of evil of evil of darkness, hey, It’s all been done Blasphemy is trite, get a new thing Un-invert your T’s and cut the sh** Stop worrying about posers Stop worrying about posers Metal’s supposed to be fun Every hobby’s got that guy who thinks that it’s his job to keep everybody in line And the dummy that thinks he’s being edgy by saying what someone else said back in ‘89 a**hole! One more thing Your political lyrics really made me think Washington is full of liars? You just blew my mind! You watched LOOSE CHANGE on youtube once and now you’re a pro Conspiracy theories and armchair denouncements But you’re the guy that’s got it all figured out Well it’s too bad you’re in a metal band, because Nothing will change If you care, you’re in the wrong field “Read a book?” How ‘bout you write a riff and just cut the sh** Cut the sh** Cut the sh**