Vārdi: Die Young. The Message. Parade Of Idiots.

Fuck them all
because it's us versus them, and we are here filled to the brim
with life and something to say
we want more than a fashion parade
we know your glamour hides your despair
and I've got better things to do than fix my fucking hair

pop-culture at it's very best is a parade of idiots I detest
to those puppets and those pulling their strings--
you'll never cheapen the songs we sing

artistic merit is lost when the "artist" becomes commodified
just another pig impaled on the cross of the almighty dollar sign
another puppet, a dollar whore whose words mean nothing more
than the clothes you wear, or your fucking hair
do us all a favor
quit wasting our precious time