The Great Southern Trendkill - Pantera

It’s wearing on my mind

I’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 to

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 bullshit time again

You’ll save 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

Your product sold and well received

The right words spun in gold

If I was God you’d sell your soul to

The Great Southern Trendkill

That’s right

The Great Southern Trendkill, fuck yeah!

Huah!

Let’s do this one Southern style