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
F*ck your magazine, and f*ck the long dead plastic scene
Pierce a new hole
If hell was "in" you'd give your soul
The great southern trendkill
That's right
The great southern trendkill
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 posting time again
You'll see 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, you're 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, yeah
Pantera - The Great Southern Trendkill Album Lyrics
Pantera - The Great Southern Trendkill Lyrics
Writer: Philip Anselmo, Rex Brown, Darrell Abbott, Vincent Abbott
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
War Nerve
Truly, f*ck the world,
for all it's worth,
every inch of planet Earth,
f*ck myself,
don't leave me out,
but don't get involved,
don't corner me
Inside, ulcer,
unjust bastards,
file out face first
Meet the lies and see what you are
[Pre]
It's forcing you down, and it's grinding against you
Let the war nerve break
[Chorus]
For every f*cking second the pathetic media pisses on me and
judges what I am in one paragraph - Look here - F*ck you all
Expect the worse,
you bleeding heart,
but kill me first
before it starts,
yes my cock is getting hard,
we are born different after all
Invite mayhem,
produce weapons,
shoot out,
burn down
No CNN or media now
[Pre]
[Chorus]
All the money in the f*cking world couldn't buy me one second of trust
or one ounce of faith in anything you're about
F*ck you all
Nothing is worth the sleep that I've lost
Apologies unacceptable now
A blistered revenge awaits in me
This is f*cking loveless
Hate
Hate mail is not read, in jail instead
Hate
The Lord knows,
there's worse
Ignore, this curse
Hate
for all it's worth,
every inch of planet Earth,
f*ck myself,
don't leave me out,
but don't get involved,
don't corner me
Inside, ulcer,
unjust bastards,
file out face first
Meet the lies and see what you are
[Pre]
It's forcing you down, and it's grinding against you
Let the war nerve break
[Chorus]
For every f*cking second the pathetic media pisses on me and
judges what I am in one paragraph - Look here - F*ck you all
Expect the worse,
you bleeding heart,
but kill me first
before it starts,
yes my cock is getting hard,
we are born different after all
Invite mayhem,
produce weapons,
shoot out,
burn down
No CNN or media now
[Pre]
[Chorus]
All the money in the f*cking world couldn't buy me one second of trust
or one ounce of faith in anything you're about
F*ck you all
Nothing is worth the sleep that I've lost
Apologies unacceptable now
A blistered revenge awaits in me
This is f*cking loveless
Hate
Hate mail is not read, in jail instead
Hate
The Lord knows,
there's worse
Ignore, this curse
Hate
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Drag The Waters
A smack on the wrists is the words from the mouth
of the outsiders, lawyers, police
A small price to pay for the dope and the guns
and the rape, it should all be O.K.
Your father is rich, he's the judge, he's the man,
he's the God that got your sentence reduced
But in the back of his mind, he well knows what
he'd find if he looked a little deeper in you - in you
Drag the waters some more
Like never before
Sweet is the slice and the lips - you're gonna have that woman -
she is your favorite lay
Promised you (swore) that no one had been there,
and she was going to keep it that way
Let it move in, you got thin, and got high, and
your money went and so did your friends
But she's by your side, and her smile cannot hide
the premonition of the beckoning end - the end
Drag the waters some more
Like never before
In with it, out with it
of the outsiders, lawyers, police
A small price to pay for the dope and the guns
and the rape, it should all be O.K.
Your father is rich, he's the judge, he's the man,
he's the God that got your sentence reduced
But in the back of his mind, he well knows what
he'd find if he looked a little deeper in you - in you
Drag the waters some more
Like never before
Sweet is the slice and the lips - you're gonna have that woman -
she is your favorite lay
Promised you (swore) that no one had been there,
and she was going to keep it that way
Let it move in, you got thin, and got high, and
your money went and so did your friends
But she's by your side, and her smile cannot hide
the premonition of the beckoning end - the end
Drag the waters some more
Like never before
In with it, out with it
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
10s
My skin is cold
Transfusion with somebody
Morose and old
Drop into fruitless dying
It was tempting and bared
The whoring angel rising
Now burning prayers
My silent time of losing
My foes, they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
Long for the blur
We cannot dry much longer
Cement to dirt
Disgusted with my cheapness
My foes they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
My foes, my foes they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
My foes they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
My foes, my foes they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself, like life itself
Transfusion with somebody
Morose and old
Drop into fruitless dying
It was tempting and bared
The whoring angel rising
Now burning prayers
My silent time of losing
My foes, they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
Long for the blur
We cannot dry much longer
Cement to dirt
Disgusted with my cheapness
My foes they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
My foes, my foes they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
My foes they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
My foes, my foes they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself, like life itself
Writer: Darrell Lance Abbott, Philip Anselmo, Philip Hansen Anselmo, Rex Brown, Rex Robert Brown, Vincent Paul Abbott
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
13 Steps To Nowhere
Whores
Your windows boarded up,
Your private lives exposed
The talk shows pump it up,
Lab rats diseased for show
We're doomed to use the slang,
Outbreak of drug roulette
A church burned to the ground,
Not even noticed yet
13 Steps (To Nowhere)
Whores
A backwards swastika,
The black skin riddled in lead
A Nazi Gangster Jew,
It beats a dog that's dead
It's in to use the slang,
Outbreak of gun roulette
The cross slants to the side,
Will prove the damnedest yet
13 Steps - Leads to nowhere
The backlash dislocates,
An untimely reign of death
The wolf poked with the stick,
Awaits with cancerous breath
(Leads to nowhere)
Outsiders still suppose,
There's Holy streets to roam
The truth should not surprise,
Your homes were built on lies
13 Steps
Your windows boarded up,
Your private lives exposed
The talk shows pump it up,
Lab rats diseased for show
We're doomed to use the slang,
Outbreak of drug roulette
A church burned to the ground,
Not even noticed yet
13 Steps (To Nowhere)
Whores
A backwards swastika,
The black skin riddled in lead
A Nazi Gangster Jew,
It beats a dog that's dead
It's in to use the slang,
Outbreak of gun roulette
The cross slants to the side,
Will prove the damnedest yet
13 Steps - Leads to nowhere
The backlash dislocates,
An untimely reign of death
The wolf poked with the stick,
Awaits with cancerous breath
(Leads to nowhere)
Outsiders still suppose,
There's Holy streets to roam
The truth should not surprise,
Your homes were built on lies
13 Steps
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Suicide Note Pt. I
Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take the pain away
Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot see inside yours and mine
[Pre]
When I'm hiding, when I need it,
it lets me breathe,
for our handle on this life, I don't believe
this time
[Chorus]
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrists
To prove I'll try again
Try to die again, try to live through this night
Try to die again.....
Forever fooling, free and using,sliding down the slide that breaks a will
Mothers angel, getting smarter, how smart are you to regress unfulfilled?
It's a damn shame, but who's to blame?
[Pre]
[Chorus]
Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot see inside yours and mine
[Pre]
When I'm hiding, when I need it,
it lets me breathe,
for our handle on this life, I don't believe
this time
[Chorus]
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrists
To prove I'll try again
Try to die again, try to live through this night
Try to die again.....
Forever fooling, free and using,sliding down the slide that breaks a will
Mothers angel, getting smarter, how smart are you to regress unfulfilled?
It's a damn shame, but who's to blame?
[Pre]
[Chorus]
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Suicide Note Pt. II
Out of my mind,
gun up to the mouth
No pretension, execution, live and learn , rape and turn
Fret not family,
nor pre-judged army
This is for me,
and me only, cowards only
Try it
[Chorus]
Don't you try to die, like me
It's livid and it's lies and makes graves
Graves descending down
It's not worth the time to try, to replenish a rotting life
I'll end the problem, facing nothing, f*ck you off, f*ck you all
Tortured history, addict of misery, this exposes me
for weakness is a magnet - watch me do it
[Chorus]
Why would you help anyone who doesn't want it,
doesn't need it, doesn't want your shit advice
when a mind's made up to go ahead and die?
What's done is done and gone, so why cry?
[Chorus]
gun up to the mouth
No pretension, execution, live and learn , rape and turn
Fret not family,
nor pre-judged army
This is for me,
and me only, cowards only
Try it
[Chorus]
Don't you try to die, like me
It's livid and it's lies and makes graves
Graves descending down
It's not worth the time to try, to replenish a rotting life
I'll end the problem, facing nothing, f*ck you off, f*ck you all
Tortured history, addict of misery, this exposes me
for weakness is a magnet - watch me do it
[Chorus]
Why would you help anyone who doesn't want it,
doesn't need it, doesn't want your shit advice
when a mind's made up to go ahead and die?
What's done is done and gone, so why cry?
[Chorus]
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Living Through Me (Hell's Wrath)
I cannot take the take, your condition was nod awake
A selfish crier, boldface liar, robbing all of what you could take in
Stabbed towards a death, a dirty smelling girl
Shit decisions, no provisions, filling veins with juice of chaos
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog
It's times like this you should pray for never
I broke your f*cking mold, then threw away the cast
New religion and new provisions, it's amazing you're alive
Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into
Erase the end dissolving, disgrace is needed more
So I mended severed ties, through flesh we cauterized
The undeserving, sliming, writhing, I filled you up with watered promise
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog
It's times like this you should pray for never
Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley f*ck, angel dust, anal whore, bleeding knees
It's times like this to pray for murder
So now I've seen it all
Hells' wrath
No man has greater glory, glory
Cause now, now, now, now you're living through me
So I'm done with saving you, a gift unto myself
A tired savior, a wasted favor, and I'm lucky I'm alive
Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into
I broke your f*cking mold, then threw away the cast
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog
It's times like this you should pray for never
Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley f*ck, angel dust, anal whore, bleeding knees
It's times like this to pray for murder
So now I've seen it all
Hells' wrath, Hells' wrath
No man has greater glory, glory
Cause now, now, now, now you're living through me
A selfish crier, boldface liar, robbing all of what you could take in
Stabbed towards a death, a dirty smelling girl
Shit decisions, no provisions, filling veins with juice of chaos
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog
It's times like this you should pray for never
I broke your f*cking mold, then threw away the cast
New religion and new provisions, it's amazing you're alive
Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into
Erase the end dissolving, disgrace is needed more
So I mended severed ties, through flesh we cauterized
The undeserving, sliming, writhing, I filled you up with watered promise
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog
It's times like this you should pray for never
Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley f*ck, angel dust, anal whore, bleeding knees
It's times like this to pray for murder
So now I've seen it all
Hells' wrath
No man has greater glory, glory
Cause now, now, now, now you're living through me
So I'm done with saving you, a gift unto myself
A tired savior, a wasted favor, and I'm lucky I'm alive
Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into
I broke your f*cking mold, then threw away the cast
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog
It's times like this you should pray for never
Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley f*ck, angel dust, anal whore, bleeding knees
It's times like this to pray for murder
So now I've seen it all
Hells' wrath, Hells' wrath
No man has greater glory, glory
Cause now, now, now, now you're living through me
Writer: Philip Anselmo, Rex Brown, Darrell Abbott, Vincent Abbott
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Floods
A dead issue (a dead issue)
Don't wrestle with it (don't wrestle with it)
Deaf ears are sleeping (deaf ears are sleeping)
A guilty bliss (a guilty bliss)
So inviting (let me in)
Nailed to the cross
I feel you, relate to you
Accuse you
Wash away us all
Take us with the floods
Then throughout the night
They were raped and executed (then throughout the night)
(They were raped and executed)
Cold hearted world
Your language unheard of (your language unheard of)
The vast sound of tuning out (the vast sound of tuning out)
The rash of negativity (the rash of negativity)
Is seen one sidedly (one sidedly)
Burn away the day
The nervous, the drifting
The heaving
Wash away us all
Take us with the floods
Then throughout the day
Mankind played with grenades (then throughout the day)
(Mankind played with grenades)
Cold hearted world
And at night
They might bait the pentagram (and at night)
(They might bait the pentagram)
Extinguishing the sun
Wash away man
Take him with the floods
Flood (flood)
Flood (flood)
Don't wrestle with it (don't wrestle with it)
Deaf ears are sleeping (deaf ears are sleeping)
A guilty bliss (a guilty bliss)
So inviting (let me in)
Nailed to the cross
I feel you, relate to you
Accuse you
Wash away us all
Take us with the floods
Then throughout the night
They were raped and executed (then throughout the night)
(They were raped and executed)
Cold hearted world
Your language unheard of (your language unheard of)
The vast sound of tuning out (the vast sound of tuning out)
The rash of negativity (the rash of negativity)
Is seen one sidedly (one sidedly)
Burn away the day
The nervous, the drifting
The heaving
Wash away us all
Take us with the floods
Then throughout the day
Mankind played with grenades (then throughout the day)
(Mankind played with grenades)
Cold hearted world
And at night
They might bait the pentagram (and at night)
(They might bait the pentagram)
Extinguishing the sun
Wash away man
Take him with the floods
Flood (flood)
Flood (flood)
Writer: Vincent Paul Abbott, Philip Anselmo, Darrell Lance Abbott, Rex Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
The Underground In America
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
Glass breaks
the dimming lights
sweat, heat and profane debate
the smart ones stay on the outside
while drunken heads and arms erupt
centered man swings a punch,
spits a tooth, postures odd
a punk rock escapade
five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd
We are the ones who must sport the position
cheap beer
trendy clicks
lesbian love is accepted and right
shaved heads meet hair in the mix
blending the 80's and 90's with hate
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
Shows on
dates canceled
kicked out for reasons that seem so unfair
skin crusts against the cops
a foregone conclusion that's tired and beat
Ringworm,crabs and lice
V.D. ecstasy, speed and horse
a heaven of unmatched importance
an honor of sex to be stuck by the punk
Rich homes with money and food
abandoned for the bums on the street
a lifestyle that's unexplainable
don't try and save what is all meant to be
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
If it is free
from (a) family that's seen
you can just keep it
if you must beg
it's better instead
you must follow the etiquette
You know when it rains you're in your bed at home
You act so real when you are alone
You better not let the mohawked crowd see
Give it five years, you'll retire your piercings
You must admit that you mimic the weaklings
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
Glass breaks
the dimming lights
sweat, heat and profane debate
the smart ones stay on the outside
while drunken heads and arms erupt
centered man swings a punch,
spits a tooth, postures odd
a punk rock escapade
five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd
We are the ones who must sport the position
cheap beer
trendy clicks
lesbian love is accepted and right
shaved heads meet hair in the mix
blending the 80's and 90's with hate
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
Shows on
dates canceled
kicked out for reasons that seem so unfair
skin crusts against the cops
a foregone conclusion that's tired and beat
Ringworm,crabs and lice
V.D. ecstasy, speed and horse
a heaven of unmatched importance
an honor of sex to be stuck by the punk
Rich homes with money and food
abandoned for the bums on the street
a lifestyle that's unexplainable
don't try and save what is all meant to be
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
If it is free
from (a) family that's seen
you can just keep it
if you must beg
it's better instead
you must follow the etiquette
You know when it rains you're in your bed at home
You act so real when you are alone
You better not let the mohawked crowd see
Give it five years, you'll retire your piercings
You must admit that you mimic the weaklings
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
(Reprise) Sandblasted Skin
Scrape it, grind it, peel it, hide it
The trend is over and gone forever
Shelf it, box it, save it, frame it
You won't need that anymore,
it's on sale at the f*cken dollar store
Waste of time,
pantomime,
circus doll,
at the local mall
Exterminate, it's all fake!
Exterminate, it's all fake
Sandblast yourself
Sandblast yourself
Sandblast
Sandblast
It's getting old, old, old
The trend is over and gone forever
Shelf it, box it, save it, frame it
You won't need that anymore,
it's on sale at the f*cken dollar store
Waste of time,
pantomime,
circus doll,
at the local mall
Exterminate, it's all fake!
Exterminate, it's all fake
Sandblast yourself
Sandblast yourself
Sandblast
Sandblast
It's getting old, old, old
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Great Southern Trendkill is the eighth studio album by American heavy metal band Pantera, released on May 7, 1996, through Elektra Records and East West Records. It reached number 4 on the Billboard 200 chart and stayed on the chart for 16 weeks. During the album's production, Phil Anselmo recorded the vocals alone at Trent Reznor's Nothing Studios in New Orleans, while Dimebag Darrell, Rex Brown, and Vinnie Paul recorded the music at Chasin Jason Studios in Dalworthington Gardens.
This would be Pantera's last studio album to be produced by Terry Date, who had worked with the band since Cowboys from Hell (1990).
Performed By:
PanteraThis would be Pantera's last studio album to be produced by Terry Date, who had worked with the band since Cowboys from Hell (1990).
Genre(s): Groove metal
Producer(s): Terry Date, Vinnie Paul
Length: 53:05
Released: May 7th, 1996
Year: 1996