The Great Southern Trendkill Lyrics

It's wearing on my mind, I'm speaking all my doubts aloudYou rob a dead mans grave, then flaunt it like you did createIf I hit bottom and everythings goneIn the great Mississippi, please drown me and runIt's digging time again, you're nurturing the weakest trendThose with the heart and the brain to get past thisCan spot a pathetic without even askingFuck your magazine, and fuck the long dead plastic scenePierce a new hole, if Hell was "in" you'd give your soul
Chorus:The great southern trendkillThat's right,The great southern trendkill
Buy it at a store, from MTV to on the floorYou look just like a star, it's proof you don't know who you areIt's bullshit time again, you'll save the world within your trendPolitically relieved, you're product sold and well receivedThe right words spoken gold, if I was God you'd sell your soul to...

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Songwriter(s): Philip Anselmo, Darrell Lance Abbott, Rex Brown, Vincent Paul Abbott
Copyright: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Diamond Darrell Music, Metal Magic Music, Abadaba Music, Ress Music
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