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...)

(Don't take it personally, oh no...)

(Don't take it personally, oh no...)

(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...)

(Don't take it personally, oh no...)

(Don't take it personally, oh no...)

(Don't take it personally, oh no...)

(Oh no...)

(Yeah...)