Of their heavy metal kings
And raise their pints to punk rock heroes
It's a beautiful thing when the gospel sings...
And hip hop fills the pockets of ghetto kids with ones and zeroes
Folk singers tell stories of forgotten places....
Reminding us of the good and the bad, while cold beer chases
Blues men keep grim tales alive, and the devil waiting
And country plays in the background during barnyard dating
But, then there is techno, which I truly don't understand
It sounds like a car alarm while beating pots and pans
A mixture of Galaxy Quest and a rusty electric fan
Moving the bodies of a million retarded dancing fans
While improving drug dealer business plans
Consuming hearts patience
Love succumbs to complaisance
Music fills the soul...
And builds different relations
From the cream of the crop....
To raver kid retardation
Mistaking DJs as talent and pushing them to the top
When they are only stolen art imitations
Let's come together and flush this defecation
Displacing pop fables, making the world more spacious
Like making the insane waitress take back the stale coffee
Sneering, for the simple fact that we had the nerve to say this
How long do we have to wait for this?
It's time to form an alliance with each other
And come together as long lost sisters and brothers....
Reboot true talent and burn away this clutter
Destroying this lameness should be like bread and butter