I remember the motto corporate rock sucks,
now I look at Green Day it must be payday.
Ditto, ditto, could you please play a tune a little
alternative nation talent must be on vacation.
You say the underground is metal music now come take
some lessons
learn how to throw down.
You little Weezer, you became a Breeder Filter
through Gin and Blossom to begin.
We're the alternative to the alternative, heavy is
where it's at.
Ahhh!
You become what you despise!
With your fake accent Rancid-smelling
ass signing phat contracts but you tell
me will it last.
Yo let's burn a Bush, paint a Silverchair back
to black ask me if I even care.
We'll in Flame your Lips crack your Lemonhead blow
up an Oasis Blind Melons dead and 120
Minutes of bitches sounding like
Crows Count them all before you start to blow!
We're the alternative to the
alternative, heavy is where it's at.
Ahhh!
You become what you despise!
