Grand Guignol Of Manufactured Hits (Maximum Perversion)

Label giants molding talentless sluts
Boys are grouped into quadrants of shit
Clichéd beats carry sampled rock
Formula wank; weʼre sick of it!
Thereʼs got to be a better use
For the popular singers of today
Marketing rams them down our throats
Letʼs hold an execution, we say...

We got Boy-bands, Divas too
Theyʼll be entertaining you
In our theater, strap ʻem down
Perversion surgeons go to town
Rip open that denim vest
Weʼre gonna mess inside that chest
Operations done with class
Vocorder jammed up their arse
Puncture eyes, tongue and heart
You wonʼt last long on our chart...
(Obituaries read like smashed hits)
Your cessation is sublime
Slit me baby, one more time!

Jon, make the first cut, no need to be careful
Agonized cries sound like their last hit; painful...
Jason, wrench shit while Andy hacks and splays
Daniel, pull the teeth, weʼll sell them on eBay!

Whatever, whenever
We wonʼt stitch you back together
You sing that fuckinʼ shit, you queer?
Weʼll slit you ear-to-rear!
Your stylist is in tears
As we switch on our shears
Pro-Tools engineered your sound
We have tools to cut you down!
Oops! I removed your brain
And took out your heart
You wonʼt sing again!