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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Dimebag Darrell
Guitare électrique
Philip H. Anselmo
Voix principales
Rex Brown
Basse
Vinnie Paul
Batterie
Seth Putnam
Voix supplémentaires
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Rex Brown
Paroles/Composition
Philip H. Anselmo
Paroles/Composition
Darrell Lance Abbott
Paroles/Composition
Vincent Paul Abbott
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Vinnie Paul
Ingénierie de mixage
Terry Date
Production
Ulrich Wild
Ingénierie de prise de son
Aaron Barnes
Assistance d’ingénierie
Sterling Winfield
Assistance d’ingénierie
Lamont Hyde
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Pantera
Production
Paul Logus
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Sean Beavan
Assistance d’ingénierie
Paroles
It's wearing on my mind
I'm speaking all my doubts aloud
You rob a dead man's grave
Then flaunt it like you did create
If I hit bottom and everything's gone in the great Mississippi
Please drown me and run
It's digging time again
You're nurturing the weakest trend
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking
Fuck your magazine
And fuck the long dead plastic scene
Pierce a new hole
If Hell was "in" you'd give your soul
To the great southern trendkill
That's right
The great southern trendkill
Fuck you
Buy it at a store
From MTV to on the floor
You look just like a star
It's proof you don't know who you are
If I hit bottom and everything's gone in the great Mississippi
Please drown me and run
It's bullshit time again
You'll save the world within your trend
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking
Politically relieved
Your product sold and well received
The right words spoken gold
If I was God, you'd sell your soul
To the great southern trendkill
That's right
The great southern trendkill
Fuck yeah
Let's do this one in southern style
Writer(s): Rex Brown, Philip Anselmo, Darrell Lance Abbott, Vincent Paul Abbott
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