In the Name of Rock 'n' Roll - Count Raven

Won’t You listen all You pretty boys

In magazines You look like plastic toys

Superstars of rock You just pretend

A blasphemy that never seems to end

Ugly bastard, You think You look good

But there are things You never understood

With lipstick and mascara in your hand

Bet You’re not even sure You’re a man

Now listen

Hairdryer soldiers marching out to war

Can’t you see Yourself, You’re such a bore

Why don’t You all just lie down and die?

The world’s a mess and You’re the reason why