The grateful dead can play some pearl jams
Canned heat and cream can feed the bands
Birthing built to spills and modest mouse's
Houses of the holy hold no led zeppelins
White albums bare blackened beatles
There comes a time to ride crazy horses

Musical preference can cause divorces
Forces folks to choke on the voices that feel so mellow
And spit out what happens to be hollow
Sleepy but creepy that rehab causes raps
And perhaps it's for the best
A test of the origin
A mess up or a sin
A mask with a task
To keep you moving those hips
Twist like Ferris bueller in Chicago
Roll like the stones of tomorrow
Enter the velvet underground of sorrow

Exit the flaming lips with the shadow of the black Sabbath
Take a ride along on the fleetwood Mac
With jimi janis and the who in the back
Open all your favorite doors
Hearts don't always have to have holes
Only when held by average white bands
That can't really ever take a real stand
So pick up the pieces that are fanned like kings
And banned like queens
A means to an end like castles made of sand
We've came along way since big Miller's band
Blowhards of Mr. Fantasy hold blind faith
That blind melons don't rot
So that it won't grow stale with the radio dial
Just sit right down
I'll walk the line for a mile
Just to cross it with a smile
So pick up the pieces again
Becuse they live on in you and i
Until we all decide to die off too
It's you who can enlighten souls
It's you who can fill the holes in my heart
So start by hummin' to this tale
That'll hit the nail.