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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 

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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... 

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