Lyrics:

Crawling out en masse, they gather
Turkey flop platoons, will scatter
Drag-queen ninjas dance, pirouetting
Always 'scene' and never heard, these core eyesores

What have we learned, in seventeen years
Of glam-rock in the grave?
-That history repeats itself... again

...And right on cue, Pavlov's dogs will dance

'Like dude, this band just sucked until they broke it down!'
...Its coming yet again, I think I feel it, its coming right now... dance you fashion fuckers!

Brie Brie Brie! (It's a fucking good cheese!) You gotta love it!

Always posing, my space whoring
Mascara and sleeve tattoo
Narcissists in 'youth small' clothing
...Next Nirvana, where are you?