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Label giants molding talentless sluts

Boys are grouped into quadrants of shit

Clichéd beats carry sampled rock

Formula wank; weʼre sick of it!

Thereʼs got to be a better use

For the popular singers of today

Marketing rams them down our throats

Letʼs hold an execution, we say...

We got Boy-bands, Divas too

Theyʼll be entertaining you

In our theater, strap ʻem down

Perversion surgeons go to town

Rip open that denim vest

Weʼre gonna mess inside that chest

Operations done with class

Vocorder jammed up their arse

Puncture eyes, tongue and heart

You wonʼt last long on our chart...

(Obituaries read like smashed hits)

Your cessation is sublime

Slit me baby, one more time!

Jon, make the first cut, no need to be careful

Agonized cries sound like their last hit; painful...

Jason, wrench shit while Andy hacks and splays

Daniel, pull the teeth, weʼll sell them on eBay!

Whatever, whenever

We wonʼt stitch you back together

You sing that fuckinʼ shit, you queer?

Weʼll slit you ear-to-rear!

Your stylist is in tears

As we switch on our shears

Pro-Tools engineered your sound

We have tools to cut you down!

Oops! I removed your brain

And took out your heart

You wonʼt sing again!