Trend Killer

歌詞

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 Trend killer 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 Trend killer 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 Trend killer Trend killer Is it me, me, me or is it you, you, you? Trend killer What goes up, up, up must come down, down, down Trend killer Is it me, me, me or is it you, you, you? Trend killer What goes up, up, up must come down, down, down Trend killer