Your 15 minutes are up
We’re here to tell you, you suck
I know some new magazines
Say you’re hip
But your music is shit
And your management doesn’t fool us
Your 15 minutes are through
Despite the play on Youtube
Fuck you
The fact is that you really can’t even sing, though
Or do anything, yo
Forever tied soft drinks and shoes
Your 15 minutes are gone
Don’t worry, we’ll carry on
(The Dwarves are good looking)
25 years, man
Through triumph and tears, yeah
And we came to bury you, son
Your 15 minutes are up