It's wearing on my mind
I'm speaking all my doubts aloud
You rob a dead man's grave
Then flaunt it like you did create

If I hit bottom and everything's gone
In the great Mississippi, please drown me and run

It's digging time again
You're nurturing the weakest trend

Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking

Fuck your magazine, and fuck the long dead plastic scene
Pierce a new hole
If hell was "in" you'd give your soul

The great southern trendkill
That's right
The great southern trendkill

Buy it at a store, from MTV to on the floor
You look just like a star
It's proof you don't know who you are

If I hit bottom and everything's gone
In the great Mississippi, please drown me and run

It's posting time again
You'll see the world within your trend

Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking

Politically relieved, you're product sold and well received
The right words spoken gold, if I was god you'd sell your soul to

The great southern trendkill
That's right
The great southern trendkill, yeah