I knew a snail named fancy pants
He liked to get up on stage and prance
Guitar rhinestone mariachi pants
In a lame little two piece band he had
And his clever little gimmick of a chick drummer
Just didn't have the Bonham thunder
No time to practice to busy posing for covers
Then she'll say to me I think it's quite unfair
These hateful words you bare
But you don't want to know
The despair it takes to make these sounds
Battles in my head keep going round and round
I was only twenty when the plague broke out
Swallow the whole world's rock n roll scene
Players can't play songs aren't interesting
But trend zombies love that indie rock
Lame worthless impotent
Bunch of swill merchant hacks
Sold your soul for fifteen minutes and now it's never coming back