Choosing Your Masters

I think my TV’s busted
If not this country’s dusted
'cause I think I saw 7 Mary 3
And they were on the MTV
They were telling the people to rock the what?
Talentless hippies, Hootie wannabees
Southern fried kings of mediocrity
Now let me get this straight
You want MTV viewers
The worlds biggest losers
To vote?
This idea’s wrong
In fact there ought to be a law
If you can sit through a Silverchair video
You shouldn’t be allowed to vote at all
They call it a revolution, I call it a curse
Tabitha sucks and Kennedy’s worse
It’s like I got Clockwork Orange things on my eyelids
As I watch the fans of Stone Temple Pilots seize power
A layer of shit spreads across the land
It’s a PSA from the Rollins Band
Now the sellout of all time
Who can’t sing or write a rhyme
Is telling his Genius club
They have a voice?
Well the voice of his fans
Like those of Blind Melons
Should be lumped together
W/ convicted felons
Just a certain segment of society
Not encouraged to engage in public policy
This idea’s wrong
In fact there ought to be a law
Anyone who bought the last Hole record
Should be thoroughly deprogrammed
For the safety of us all
This idea’s wrong
Don’t choose your masters