Posers

[Verse 1]
Hoppin' on the block [?] and they be lookin' for fame
But all the damn bands they all look the same
The junk rock magazines they make a start
I can't seem to tell the damn dudes apart
I picture that hair musta taken all night
And those Spandex pants- just a bit too tight! (nice ass!)
You could change those tights you could change the name
No matter they do they still look the same
They sing about love while they're shaking their curls
And banging their hips with some stupid little girl

[Chorus]
In times of my life when I'vе been called a hoser
But I'd rather еat shit than to be a damn poser!

[Verse 2]
Big city poser thinkin' he's super tough!
He'll be gettin' rich and famous on being a little *ruff*
In rock magazines they be featuring a tard
But I still can't seem to tell the damn dudes apart!
*Fixing that hair must have taken all night!*
And those Spandex pants shows they're travellin' light

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
We observe the sacred tribal rhythms of the natives
You can clearly see the emotions of their daily lives
Bundled [?] in their music as they gather together
In a deeply spiritual ritual to offer up their music
As a form of worship to their gods
Unlike the practices of many of today's musicians
They place their emphasis not on the music
But on the sole purpose of getting laid

[Verse 3]
All the hair and stitches [?] they be lookin' kinda cheesy
[?] takin' 'em out y'know that's much too easy
Hey look at that bitch-a! Is that a disguise?
It's not the same band but it's still the same guys!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
All the pretty boys tryna be super stun [?]
But strikin' a pose won't get 'em very far
You don't have to be cool you don't have to be hip
You don't have to listen but I'll give you a tip
You can follow the trends like a little brown-noser
But I'd rather eat shit than to be a damn poser!