I remember the motto corporate rock s**s,
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 a** 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 b**hes 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!