Paroles: Down By Law. Haircuts.

Pearl Jam clones are everywhere
Fuck that shit, go cut your fucking hair
Seattle sound is all around
But where's the huevos in that sound

Go to the Whiskey, see a band
Just all an 'L' and you've got bland
All those bands just sound the same
And they all look so fucking lame

And I don't want to hear it
Everybody's trying to make it
Heard it all a million times
Grab the brass ring before it falls down
Wish they'd all just go away

Pearl Jam clones are everywhere
Fuck that shit, go cut your fucking hair
Not one word original, not one word original
And then they all fall down, they all go down
Grab the brass ring, find the pot of gold