Choosing Your Masters

Lyrics
[Verse 1] I think my TV's busted If not, this country's dusted 'Cause I think I saw Seven Mary Three And they were on the MTV They were telling the people to rock the what? [Verse 2] Talentless hippies, Hootie wannabes Southern fried kings of mediocrity Now let me get this straight You want MTV viewers, the worlds biggest losers, to vote? [Chorus] This idea's wrong In fact, there ought to be a law If you've ever sat through a Silverchair video You shouldn't be allowed to vote at all [Verse 3] They call it a revolution, I call it a curse Tabitha sucks, Kennedy's worse It's like I got Clockwork Orange things on my eyelids As I watch the fans of Stone Temple Pilots seize power [Verse 4] A layer of shit spreads across the land It's a PSA from the Rollins Band Now the sellout of all time Who can't sing or write a rhyme Is telling his Genius club they have a voice? [Verse 5] Well, the voice of his fans, like those of Blind Melons Should be lumped together with convicted felons Just a certain segment of society Not encouraged to engage in public policy [Chorus] This idea's wrong In fact, there ought to be a law Anyone who bought the last Hole record Should be thoroughly deprogrammed for the safety of us all [Outro] This idea's wrong Don't choose your masters
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Credits
- Writers
- Joe Escalante