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!