Lyrics The Great Southern Trendkill - Pantera

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

To the great southern trendkill
That's right
The great southern trendkill
Fuck you

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
Your product sold and well received
The right words spoken gold
If I was God, you'd sell your soul

To the great southern trendkill
That's right
The great southern trendkill
Fuck yeah

Let's do this one in southern style