Nanochrist
Die, Tribute Band, Die
Feeding off the excrement of popular culture,
the talent you donÕt have living vicariously.
Pustulent-infection sucking bottom feeder,
tapeworm of the music industry.
I won't be happy 'til I see you...
Die, tribute band, die.
You say it's an honour while you take what you can get.
A parasite of art, your heroes violated.
I won't be happy 'til I see you die.
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