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.