I remember the motto corporate rock sucks, now 
I look at 
Green Day it must be payday. 
Ditto, ditto, could you please play a tune a little alternative nation talent must be on vacation. 
You say the underground is metal music now come take some lessons learn how to throw down. 
You little 
Weezer, you became a 
Breeder Filter through 
Gin and Blossom to begin. 
We're the alternative to the alternative, heavy is where it's at. 
Ahhh! You become what you despise! 
With your fake accent 
Rancid-smelling ass signing phat contracts but you tell me will it last. 
Yo let's burn a 
Bush, paint a 
Silverchair back to black ask me if 
I even care. 
We'll in Flame your 
Lips crack your 
Lemonhead blow up an 
Oasis Blind 
Melons dead and 120 
Minutes of bitches sounding like 
Crows Count them all before you start to blow! 
We're the alternative to the alternative, heavy is where it's at. 
Ahhh! You become what you despise!