Who couldn't like these insightfully genius lyrics
'.....I hope you faint, when you're dancing to The Faint (oh yeah? well) I hope you get cancer when you listen to the Cure. I hope the Postal Service looses your mail. I hope Bret Michaels, poisons your well, I hope you burn in hell, i hope you burn in hell. I hope metallica sues you for, everything you've got. I hope tom petty, smokes all your potttttt......'
GENIUS!
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