Those were the days when Grandmaster Flash found out that all blacks couldn’t be jazz musicians or basketball players and decided to have fun by making it cool to wear your pants around your thighs and having funny dog names for yourself. Those were the days when there was no such thing as a makeover and Marilyn Manson didn’t really have another option. Those were the days when Britney Spears hit puberty forcing many men into pedophilia. Those were the days when Lincoln Park was just a tourist spot and a green day was good for the planet. Those were the days when the worst you had to listen to was Avril Lavigne’s cover of Fuel.
Michael Jackson still had his nose
And could legally like children, I suppose
He lay still, the Lizard King
And Sting continued to be Sting
As time went on he’d age into Stung
Death metal was still kinda young
People would still die of overdoses
Slash was still playing with Guns n Roses
Check! Huh!
