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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 Aus Songtexte Mania