Trend Killer - The Haunted

So, how do you do, yeah

It was nice to meet you but the grass is growing underneath my feet

If I had a dime for every jerk on the road

I’d had a house full of money and a mouth full of gold

Who’s his face and what you that band?

Every fucking day I try to understand

I can’t be bothered with your piece-of-shit-band

With your piece-of-shit-music and your piece-of-shit-fans

Get this

Your licks and riffs are all laced with shit

But songs full of nothing are just making me sick

Think you’re made 'cause your mugs are the cover

But come next month, they’ll be covering someone other

What’s that bro, can’t find a style of your own?

You got the wagon to the left and to the right are the clones

Don’t slap my back, quoting me as the man

I want nothing to do with your fucking band

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Yeah, here comes Johnny smoking three packs a day

He thinks he’s the shit with his band and his babe

He spent his advance on getting full sleeve tattoos

Now the band and babe split and left with holes in his sheos

You burned your bridges when becoming a star

But the cameras stopped flashing at your entourage

You played the guitar, had it strapped to your chin

Got a Adam’s apple cut-out and a hairdo to win

But times caught up and now your fame has died

You find yourself alone with no one by your side

Now, whine, whine, whine is all I hear from your face

As the «band of the week» steps up to take your place

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So here I sit puffin' on my cigar

Chauffeur driving me around in one of my cars

Management calls but I hang up the phone

I’m busy doing nothing, so just leave me alone

Life is hard at the top of the heap

Got a million dollar habit and my ends to meet

Dude, I’m sorry to I can’t be seen with your band

Got whatever to do, I’m sure you understand

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Is it me, me, me or is it you, you, you?

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What goes up, up, up must come down, down, down

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Is it me, me, me or is it you, you, you?

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What goes up, up, up must come down, down, down

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