In My Backyard

I'm like a

Bat Out of

Hell, being pulled by

Black Stallions.

Waiting for

Metallica to make another

Black Album.

Queen of The

Stone Age guage,

I'm fenced in.

Watching doves cry in this purple rain that

I'm drenched in.

I'm having a clean day, when

I clash with the sounds.

Now I'm a basketcase, until you come around.

This world's like a vortex trying to suck me in,

I'm lucky to play the role of a drowning

Jeff Buckley.

I'm an Out

Kast in the

Stankonia land,

Now throw your hands in the air and do the hokey dance.

Jane's Addiction got me seeing deep purple.

Need to find the perfect tune to make

A Perfect

Circle. Riding a white pony?

That explains my

Deftones.

I'm Illmatic like a storm on this microphone.

Walking across

Abbey Road with

Ringo Starr.

But Yoko Ono was here, so we had to split apart!

There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.

And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.

They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.

And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars.

They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

I'm a Stone

Temple Pilot, riding this

Crazy Train.

I need a Black

Sabbath to break

Alice from her chains.

Rode into

Iowa with a

Slip and a

Knot, 'cuz i got a

Liscence to

Ill, so whatcha, whatcha want?

On a Black

Sunday, I walked up

Cypress Hill, until

I crashed into a dashboard and walked into a confessional.

I'm just an

Audioslave on the run, in a

SoundGarden waiting for this

Blackhole

Sun to come.

My crew is my feelings, sprayed

Led like Zeppelin.

Trying to find my way up the

Stairway To

Heaven. I'll trick you with this massive attack of

Back In Black.

Raging Against the

Machine just like

Zack. I used to have the common sense to walk or die.

Used to hold

Guns And Roses, now

I hold double revolvers.

Met this girl named

Charlotte, she looked

Good in my bed, 'til my

Bizket went

Limp 'cuz she wouldn't give me

Portishead.

There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.

And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.

They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.

And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars.

They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

I found a

Message in a

Bottle so

I called the

Police. I met a

Material Girl who said

Poppa Don't

Preach. They say love bites like an angry

Def Lepperd, like a

Nine Inch

Nail being pushed in by

Trent Rezner.

I got a ***

Pistol and a

Gang of Bloodhounds, who walked up to a

House of Pain and made

Lethal Jump

Around. I ate

Chop Suey while watching

System of a

Down, fell asleep in

Linkin's Park and woke up in

Marcy's Playground.

Sniffing White

Stripes with a

Seven Nation

Army, waiting for

Marilyn Manson to egg it on me.

Public Police got me lost in mix tapes.

Oops, I did it again, and

I made Britney

Spears my slave.

I made it to

Brooklyn and

I still can't sleep.

I got a Radiohead, now they call me a creep.

I parachute on a cold day, when

I Coldplay the streets.

I'm dieing to be famous, like both of

J-lo's ass cheeks.

There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.

And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.

They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.

And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars.

They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.

But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.