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Lyricist: Pantera
Lyrics:
It's wearing on my mind, I'm speaking all my doubts aloud You rob a dead man's grave, then flaunt it like you did create If I hit bottom and everything's 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
The Great Southern Trendkill That's right The Great Southern Trendkill Fuck, yeah
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
If I hit bottom and everything's gone In the great Mississippi, please, drown me and run
It's bullshit time again, you'll save the world within your trend
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this Can spot a pathetic without even asking
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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