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Pantera The Great Southern Trendkill

: Scrape it, grind it, peel it, hide it The trend is over and gone forever Shelf it, box it, save it, frame it You won't need that anymore, it's on sale

: A dead issue, don't wrestle with it, deaf ears are sleeping A guilty bliss, so inviting (let me in), nailed to the cross I feel you, relate to you

My skin is cold, Transfusion with somebody Morose and old, Drop into fruitless dying It was tempting and bared, The whoring angel rising Now burning

Whores Your windows boarded up, Your private lives exposed The talk shows pump it up, Lab rats diseased for show We're doomed to use the slang, Outbreak

Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take the pain away Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot see inside yours and mine

magazine, and fuck the long dead plastic scene Pierce a new hole, if Hell was "in" you'd give your soul THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL That's right, THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL

Truly, fuck the world, for all it's worth, every inch of planet Earth, fuck myself, don't leave me out, but don't get involved, don't corner me Inside

magazine, and fuck the long dead plastic scene Pierce a new hole, if Hell was "in" you'd give your soul THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL That's right, THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL