Lyrics:

This is not a test of the emergency broadcast system. This is the real thing

Sit back watch it crumble, see the drowning watch the fall
I feel just terrible about it, that’s sarcasm,
Let it burn

I’m gonna make a toast when it falls apart
I’m gonna raise my glass abuv my heart
Then someone shouts... that’s what they get!

For all the years of hit and run
For all the piss broke bands on VH1
Where did all their money go
Don’t we all know

Parasitic music industry
as it destroys itself
We’ll show them how it’s supposed to be

Music written from devotion not ambithicin, not for fame
Zero people are exploited there are no tricks up our sleeve

Were gonna fight against the mass appeal
Were gonna kill the seven record deal
Make records that have more then one good song

The dinosaurs will slowly die and I do believe no one will cry
I’m just fucking glad I’m gonna be there to watch the fall
Prehistoric music industry three feet in la brea tar
Extinction never felt so good

If you think anyone will feel badly you are sadly mistaken
The time has come for evolution fuck collusion kill the five

What ever happened to the handshake
Whatever happened to deals no one would break
Whatever happened to integrity

It’s still there it always was for playing music just because
A million reasons why all dinosaurs must (will) die