Salutations, boys and girls,
And [bad word] to the modern world,
And the splendid stinking mess that the
Others left behind.
Them who stood to curse the gods,
Have built an altar to themselves
And they've squandered all our hopes and
Stole our piece of mind

Well, they're swindlers and they're thieves,
And they're big celebrities!

Let's kill all the rock stars,
Let's line the [bad word] up,
And shoot the [bad word] down.
I'm [bad word] off and I'm bored,
With all these corporate whores,
Let's kill all the rock stars,
Put 'em six feet in the ground.

Them hippie-dippy hypocrites
With a P.T. Barnum bag of [bad word] 
And the artist formerly known as a man I could admire
And [bad word] princess smarty-pants,
With a limousine and a grand pretense,
And the radio plays the same old [bad word]  over
And over and over and over...

And as I stare in disbelief
She flicks a perfumed handkerchief.

Let's kill all the rock stars,
Let's line the [bad word] up,
And shoot the [bad word] down.
Yeah, someone's gotta pay
For all the [bad word] I've had to take,
Let's kill all the rock stars
Put 'em six feet in the ground.

And in the pits of [bad word] 
Elvis lifts his pointy tail,
And he pulls a hunk of burnin' love out of his [bad word] 
And as they force it in the face
Of one of his dead proteges,
Elvis waits impatiently for the next one's life to pass.

Coked-up, coughing, whining, wheezing,
Pan-cake make-up, bloated, bleeding!
Let's kill all the rock stars,
Let's line the [bad word] up,
And shoot the [bad word] down.
I'm sick of all the hype
And all the [bad word] artsy tripe.
Let's kill all the rock stars
Put 'em six feet in the ground