Popfinger (2009)

Anger hatred
does not please
Eminem like a dull disease.
But there's a cure
the king of pop
he's now deceased
but his groove won't stop.

Popfinger points at you
it's calling to the rescue
Guide the lost souls to the
meadows of popland
convert all the fans of a
noisy metal band
save the music from those evil pests
guard the pop heaven
where your mind peacefully rests.

Prince of darkness,
hound of hells
master of all the decibels.
He drinks your blood
and blasts your ears
they would be safer
with Britney Spears.

[Chorus]

we don't need no
crossword rhymes
Rush is vain, tricks and awkward times.
But something steady
Status Quo
accessible
like Hey! Ho! Let's go.

[Chorus]

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