Music Video
Fansong
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Metalocalypse: Dethklok
Performer
Brendon Small
Vocals
Gene Hoglan
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brendon Small
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brendon Small
Producer
Genevieve Morris
Producer
Raidar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ulrich Wild
Producer
Mike Gerlach
Assistant Engineer
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You people out there give us more than just record sales
You give us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless mutants
[Verse 2]
You hunched and blinded mutants
Living in chat rooms
You masturbate on the sheets
Your mothers clean for you
[Verse 3]
You have lined my pockets
Overflowed with gold
You're living with your parents
And you're 35 years old
[Verse 4]
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
[Verse 5]
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
[Verse 6]
Hate, hate, hate, hate
Hate, hate, hate, hate
Hate, hate, hate, hate
Hate, hate, hate, hate
[Verse 7]
You sad and putrid losers
Complaining on the couch
Think you're fucking better than us?
You can't leave your house
[Verse 8]
Deluded little maggots
Fold your arms and frown
Go to work and make me money
Before I put you down
[Verse 9]
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stock
[Verse 10]
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
[Verse 11]
Hate, hate, hate, hate
Hate, hate, hate, hate
Hate, hate, hate, hate
Hate, hate, hate, hate
[Verse 12]
I would like to get some sleep
But you keep buying all our things
My overhead is way too deep
For us to not make all these things
[Verse 13]
It's way too cynical, you see?
Hating what's supporting me
I am not you, I thank the gods
And if I were, I'd die like dogs
[Verse 14]
Die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die
Die!
[Verse 15]
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
[Verse 16]
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
[Verse 17]
You're a credit card
That I will defile
Every time I max you out
I get a thousand miles
[Verse 18]
You're a brand new car
That I do not need
Wrap it round a telephone pole
Shrug it off and leave
[Verse 19]
Just follow me... down the elevator
Through the gates... down the stairs...
Just keep on walking... through the hallway...
[Verse 20]
Now open the door...
Written by: Brendon Small
