This is the sound of my brain.Then I said, this is the sound of my brain on Don Henley!Then I said, 1 2 3 4...He's a tortured artistUsed to be in the EaglesNow he whinesLike a wounded beaglePoet of despair!Pumped up with hot air!He's serious, pretentiousAnd I just don't careDon Henley must die!Don't let him get back togetherWith Glenn Frey!Don Henley must die!Turn on the TVAnd what did I see?This bloated hairy thingWinning a GrammyBest Rock Vocalist?Compared to what?But your pseudo-seriousCrafty Satanic blotDon Henley must die!Put a sharp stick in his eye!Don Henley must die!Yea yea yeaQuit playin' that crapYou're out of the bandI'm only kiddingCan't you tell?I love his sensitive musicIdiot poetry, swellYou and your kindAre killing rock and rollIt's not because you are O L DIt's cause you ain't got no soul!Don't be afraid of funLoosen up your ponytail!Be wild, young, free and dumbGet your head out of your tailDon Henley must die!Don't let him get back togetherWith Glenn Frey!Don Henley must die!Put him in the electric chairWatch him fry!Don Henley must dieDon Henley must dieNo Eagles reunionThe same goes for you, Sting!