I remember the motto corporate rock sucks,
now I look at Green Day it must be payday.
Ditto, ditto, could you please play a
tune a little
alternative nation talent must be on vacation.
You say the underground is metal music now come take
some
lessons
learn how to throw down.
You little Weezer, you became a Breeder Filter
through Gin and Blossom to begin.
We're
the alternative to the alternative, heavy is
where it's at.
Ahhh!
You become what you despise!
With your fake accent
Rancid-smelling a*s signing phat contracts but you tell me will it last.
Yo let's burn a Bush, paint a Silverchair back to black ask me
if I even care.
We'll in Flame your Lips crack your Lemonhead blow
up an Oasis Blind Melons dead and 120 Minutes of b*****s sounding
like
Crows Count them all before you start to blow!
We're the alternative to the alternative, heavy is where it's
at.
Ahhh!
You become what you despise!
