As ten thousand maniacs emerge form an oasis that's everclear My soundgarden was invented to blind melons and smash pumpkins How could a whole nation of crash test dummies hope to release the grapes Of wrath On the day of sabbath knowing it'll be black Especially when they might be giants and they take to the air with stone Temple pilots I'm in a parachute club with the motley crew My b-52, fires nine inch nails Radiohead, I cause phonetic quiet riots My tragically hip fight with the spirit of the west Society's no fucking use to where white zombies have nofx Now cowboys are turning into junkies Hanging themselves with lasso's, singing blues about rodeo's that once Stood true Have no time to fight with those fools Alice's in chains and cold hearted iron maidens claim the have the ministry Of sound for u2 While everyone's raging against the machines Their watching us on satellites form georgia But there's more in my set than atlantis and it won't crash into vegas Cause my man smith has the arrow The moral to this peril is hades have no fury and mc's scorn And I would continue this verse but nothing rhymes with orange!!
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