The Band Geek Mafia

The band with glasses and hard looks

Has got you down in their black book

Computerized, the crust elite

Don't need the smell of mission street

Have your cake and eat it too

With fellow scum that worship you

When you choke on our black smoke (Eh Heugh!)

No one will be there for your rescue

It's the band geek mafia

It's the band geek mafia

Your fake representation

Shows right through your rotting skin

The only ones you're fooling (Who am I fooling?)

Are the imbeciles who think like you

You blow the horn of justice

You blow the horn of justice

You blow the horn of justice

You blow the horn of justice

You probe us with your jealousy

Your anger gives us the defeat

We'll keep walking separate ways

Until someday, again we meet

The band geek mafia all unite

As we watch you fade away

And on your gravestone we will write

A naked cult of hypocrites

You blow the horn of justice

You blow the horn of justice

You blow the horn of justice

You blow the horn of justice

It's the band geek mafia

It's the band geek mafia