Trend Killer Lyrics

So how do you do,
it was nice to meet,
but the grass is growing
underneath my feet.

If I had a dime
for every jerk on the road,
I'd had a house full of money
and a mouth full of gold.

Who's his face, and what,
you that a Band?
Every fucking day
I try to understand.

I can't be bothered with
your piece-of-shit-band,
with your piece-of-shit-music
and your piece-of-shit-fans.

Get this!

Your licks and riffs
are all laced with shit,
but songs full of nothing
are just making me sick.

Think you're made
because your mugs are the cover,
but come next month,
they'll be covering someone other.

What's that Bro,
can't find a style of your own?
You got the wagon to the left
and to the right are the clones.

Don't slap my back,
quoting me as the man.
I want nothing to do
with your fucking band.

Trend killer!
That's why you're
a real trend killer!

Yeah, here comes Johnny
smoking three packs a day.
He thinks he's the shit
with his band and his babe.

He spent his advance on
getting sleeve tattoos.
Now the band and babe split
and left him with holes in his sheos.

You burned your bridges
when becoming a star,
but the cameras stopped
flashing at your entourage.

You played the guitar,
had it strapped to your chin,
got a Adam's apple cut-out
and a Hairdo to win.

But times caught up
and now your fame has died,
you find yourself alone
with no one by your side.

Now whine, whine, whine
is all I hear from your face,
as the "Band of the week"
steps up to take your place.

Trend killer!
That's why you're
a real trend killer!

Trend killer!
That's why you're
a real trend killer!

So here I sit
puffin on my cigar.
Chauffeur driving me
around in one of my cars.

Management calls
but I hang up the phone.
I'm busy doing nothing,
so just leave me alone.

Life is hard
at the top of the heap,
got a million dollar habit
and my ends to meet.

Dude, I'm sorry to say,
I can't be seen with your band.
Got whatever to do,
I'm sure you understand.

Trend killer!
Trend killer!

Is it me, me, me
or is it you, you, you?
Trend killer!

What goes up, up, up
must come down, down, down.
Trend killer!

Is it me, me, me
or is it you, you, you?
Trend killer!

What goes up, up, up
must come down, down, down.
Trend killer!