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?