Incinerator

I'm going to Seattle with a shotgun in my hand

I'm gonna blow your ass away because you

dissed my band

I despise you

you're probably just a four - eyed geek whose

values are insane

I'm gonna take a rusty icepick and insert it in your

brain

I despise you

but I love the monster hero

I read your reviews I find them hilarious

how does it feel to trip the lights vicarious

you're politically correct, worthless boring and

trite

I don't wonna hear about the party you went to

last night

you're the kind of person that I just can't stand

I don't wanna hear about your life cause you're

not Lester Bangs

if you don't like my band you're shit

that's all there is to it

put down your pen and your paper

you're just an intellectual faker

rocknroll doesn't need you