Pantera - The Great Southern Trendkill
It's wearing on my mindI'm speaking all my doubts aloud
You rob a dead man's grave
Then flaunt it like you did create
If I hit bottom and everything's 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
Fuck your magazine, and fuck 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
If I hit bottom and everything's gone
In the great Mississippi, please drown me and run
It's posting time again
You'll see the world within your trend
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking
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, yeah
Written by:
Philip Anselmo, Rex Brown, Darrell Abbott, Vincent Abbott
Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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