Hey there,

You just some kind of American Idiot in among the rest of these All-American Rejects? I can see it from 8 Miles away in an Airplane Over The Sea, it’s so damn obvious. Y’all think you’re so Special – y’er Garbage! I hope Interpol, or even the Karma Police, come down hard on your Throbbing Gristle; you Slint-eyed-Supertramp Daughter Of Montreal.


Sure, I’m not a Creep, I know It Smells Like Teen Spirit in here… You talk like you’re all hard Men At Work; Rolling Stones from Nirvana to Heaven, but y’all still just The Pretenders – your’re just Another Brick In The Wall. You’re acting like The Animals, and it makes me sick – I Coil up in Tears For Fears each night just thinkin’ about what shit you’re spewing In The Air Tonight.


You think you’re well-read?! Have you even heard of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake?! Have you even been to the library, or as the more cultured fucks would say… a biblioteque?! Well excuse my French, but you belong at the Idioteque…