Don Henley Must Die

This is the sound of my brain. Then I said, this is the sound of my brain on Don Henley! Then I said, 1 2 3 4... He's a tortured artist Used to be in the Eagles Now he whines Like a wounded beagle Poet of despair! Pumped up with hot air! He's serious, pretentious And I just don't care Don Henley must die! Don't let him get back together With Glenn Frey! Don Henley must die! Turn on the TV And what did I see? This bloated hairy thing Winning a Grammy Best Rock Vocalist? Compared to what? But your pseudo-serious Crafty Satanic blot Don Henley must die! Put a sharp stick in his eye! Don Henley must die! Yea yea yea Quit playin' that crap You're out of the band I'm only kidding Can't you tell? I love his sensitive music Idiot poetry, swell You and your kind Are killing rock and roll It's not because you are O L D It's cause you ain't got no soul! Don't be afraid of fun Loosen up your ponytail! Be wild, young, free and dumb Get your head out of your tail Don Henley must die! Don't let him get back together With Glenn Frey! Don Henley must die! Put him in the electric chair Watch him fry! Don Henley must die Don Henley must die No Eagles reunion The same goes for you, Sting!