Beware, beware They're on their way
They're getting closer every day But I'm prepared
I'm sure some common sense will Blow them all away
They like your band They shake your hand
They smell like food that has gone bad
Today it's you Today will pass
I'm so sick of all this trash...
(Don't take it personally, oh no...)
And sometimes in the middle of The roaches' nest
You find a little soul
That understands the content of a song, so...
(Don't take it personally, oh no...)(Oh no...)(Yeah...)