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I wanna tell you about the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse.
C'mon and watch him spread his legs and birth another diva.
Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper.
Your song is gold like the color of piss [x2]
The Fifth Horseman stuffs the radio (oh oh oh..oh oh)
with singles until it's sick to it's stomach. (oh oh oh..oh oh)
He scouts the dumpsters for a cobweb guitar
to polish into a superstar,
finds the gurgle of a skeleton without love,
turns it into a commercial.
Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper.
Your song is gold like the color of piss [x2]
He shaves his sideburns into dollar signs,
he mingles with the band,
his mustache made of vines.
A hot tub stuffed with gorgeous ass? (We want it!)
Bronzed lips? Mouth full of cash? (We need it!)
A sizzling tan? Life of the party? (We want it!)
A full-length mirror for every inch of your body? (We need it!)
And when he steals your teen heat
it sounds a lot like...
So store your songs here in the Prommageddon pit
because the kids are spoiled rich
and they don't know shit from shit.
C'mon and watch him spread his legs and birth another diva.
Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper.
Your song is gold like the color of piss [x2]
The Fifth Horseman stuffs the radio (oh oh oh..oh oh)
with singles until it's sick to it's stomach. (oh oh oh..oh oh)
He scouts the dumpsters for a cobweb guitar
to polish into a superstar,
finds the gurgle of a skeleton without love,
turns it into a commercial.
Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper.
Your song is gold like the color of piss [x2]
He shaves his sideburns into dollar signs,
he mingles with the band,
his mustache made of vines.
A hot tub stuffed with gorgeous ass? (We want it!)
Bronzed lips? Mouth full of cash? (We need it!)
A sizzling tan? Life of the party? (We want it!)
A full-length mirror for every inch of your body? (We need it!)
And when he steals your teen heat
it sounds a lot like...
So store your songs here in the Prommageddon pit
because the kids are spoiled rich
and they don't know shit from shit.
Lyrics submitted by Alucard
Track duration: 02:08
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is a reference to the four horsemen of the apocalypse. may be suggesting a post-apocalyptic world. or just some use of irony. but i would agree that it is music producers/record labels or just general influences of media. may suggest ending of the music industry.
"And when he steals your teen heat
it sounds a lot like... "
sounds like "he" or the horseman is stealing virginity when the sexual sounds ensue. could be symbolic of the record labels "raping" young talent or processing/changing their unique sounds to appeal to the masses in return for their fame.
"He scouts the dumpsters for a cobweb guitar
to polish into a superstar,
finds the gurgle of a skeleton without love,
turns it into a commercial."
the music industry using old sounds and hollow people and making them into glittering, plastic stars for financial benefit.
But in criticizing these other bands, there's sort of a half-veiled undertone of "we're one of the only bands out today that deserves to be famous." Which I can agree with. How many bands can pull off what the Blood Brothers do? Compared to how difficult and challenging their music is, both to write and to play (mostly vocal-wise), most bands seem just childish and amateur.
nuff said.
C'mon and watch him spread his legs and birth another diva.:: Them signing a pop-sensation.
Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper.::The smash-hit songs.
Your song is gold like the color of piss.::The crictics saying how good the song is.
The Fifth Horseman stuffs the radio (oh oh oh..oh oh)
with singles until it's sick to it's stomach. (oh oh oh..oh oh)::The artist putting out a lot of hit singles and are overplayed on the radio.
He scouts the dumpsters for a cobweb guitar
to polish into a superstar,:: Finds a little lndie band and signs them and turns them into the whole mainstream deal.
finds the gurgle of a skeleton without love,
turns it into a commercial.::The band sells out and does endorsments.
He shaves his sideburns into dollar signs,:: He's obsesed with money.
he mingles with the band,:: He messes with the band's sound.
his mustache made of vines.:: Maybe something along the lines of he's taking in all of these bands and making them huge.
A hot tub stuffed with gorgeous ass? (We want it!)
Bronzed lips? Mouth full of cash? (We need it!)
A sizzling tan? Life of the party? (We want it!)
A full-length mirror for every inch of your body? (We need it!):: Basically what you get when you're famous.
And when he steals your teen heat
it sounds a lot like...::The record label changes your sound completely.
So store your songs here in the Prommageddon pit::
Try to save your original sound.
because the kids are spoiled rich
and they don't know shit from shit. :: Kids don't know good music anymore.
That's my guess. :/
I can tell shit from shit!
there's shit HERE, and there's shit over THERE!
shit from shit!