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| Pantera The Great Southern Trendkill The Great Southern Trendkill It's wearing on my mind, I'm speaking all my doubts aloud You rob a dead mans grave, then flaunt it like you did create If I hit bottom and everythings 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 (Chorus) 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 It's bullshit time again, you'll save the world within your trend Politically relieved, you're product sold and well received The right words spoken gold, if I was God you'd sell your soul to... (Chorus) |
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