Testo A Menu Of Shit

Another prize bestowed upon U2
An habitual commendation for utter shit and so it's no surprise
When Propagandhi's best work is ignored
No Grammys are on their desks, no shining Juno awards

An endless list of bands who's talent is long spent
Still issuing more albums, getting more irrelevant
A useless string of hits, that a record label owns In the end what it all comes down to
is that I don't want us to be another Rolling Stones