Pop Star's Dead

The pop star's dead and everybody grieves
Yet in my head things aren't quite as they seem
I choose not to dwell on events I can't change
Even though since you are gone I'll never be the same

The rock star's on drugs; yeah, what else is new
They've been doing those things since before me and you
I don't see the point in being a zealot
Because when it's done, I doubt we'll forget

So sit back and listen to your AFI
And let the world shrink away
Or if you like your Ataris
Nothing really matters now anyway

The punk stars' big break: nobody even cares
Except for all of the fans who've always been there
But most of them are angry and proceed to shout
Accusing their favorite band of being sell-outs

So sit back and listen to your BSB
And let your mind think away
Or if you like your Britney Spears
And wonder why you are this way

You can change the way you think, believe it or not
Don't allow the media and MTV to tell you what is "hot"
You are yourself inside; make your own decisions
And don't blow silly things way out of proportion

So sit back and listen to your NWA
And let everything slink away
Or if you like your Wu Tang Clan
And like me or not in your own way