Testo Die, Tribute Band, Die

Feeding off the excrement of popular culture,

the talent you donÕt have living vicariously.

Pustulent-infection sucking bottom feeder,

tapeworm of the music industry.


I won't be happy 'til I see you...

Die, tribute band, die.



You say it's an honour while you take what you can get.

A parasite of art, your heroes violated.



I won't be happy 'til I see you die.