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...)