So what’s the deal with these trouser-stains?
They would be fun if they weren’t first rate bands
Must be something I don’t understand
‘Cos otherwise I connect the dots
And all I see are the emperor’s new clothes
What a pitiful bunch of fucks - somehow still they got an audience!

Can’t we jump ahead now? And leave them all behind?
Postmodernistic cesspool that no one seems to mind
Where’s the honesty? The will to cross the line?
You wanna do it, do it alright

‘Cos it sure is a sign of the times - they’re not alone there
But I’m tired of copycats who find their way like garbage rats
And how come they’re the talk of the town? Nostalgic assholes!
I’m so tired of copycats - to see them go, I’d be so glad

‘Cos all they do is regurgitate
They’re taking bands and they’re cloning them up straight
Everybody’s thinking they’re as great
Ain’t foolin’ me - it’s the same old song
It’s nothing more than placebo for the dumb
It’s what rock and roll has become - of course, they got the biggest audience!

Can’t we jump ahead now? And leave them all behind?
Postmodernistic cesspool that no one seems to mind
Where’s the honesty? The will to cross the line?
Not in this inauthentic motherfuckers - it sure ain’t there

How stupid can you people be? Are they really what you came to see?
Those overrated wannabes?
It doesn’t take a genius to see through them - it’s amazing no one did
A bit of hype is all you need to be a hit
Go take a seat but don’t wait for me

But that’s what they wait for - that’s what they pay for
Another bunch of copycats