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 artist   Used to be in the Eagles   Now he whines   Like a wounded beagle   Poet of despair!   Pumped up with hot air!   He's serious, pretentious   And I just don't care   Don Henley must die!   Don't let him get back together   With Glenn Frey!   Don Henley must die!      Turn on the TV   And what did I see?   This bloated hairy thing   Winning a Grammy   Best Rock Vocalist?   Compared to what?   But your pseudo-serious   Crafty Satanic blot   Don Henley must die!   Put a sharp stick in his eye!   Don Henley must die!   Yea yea yea      Quit playin' that crap   You're out of the band      I'm only kidding   Can't you tell?   I love his sensitive music   Idiot poetry, swell   You and your kind   Are killing rock and roll   It's not because you are O L D   It's cause you ain't got no soul!   Don't be afraid of fun   Loosen up your ponytail!   Be wild, young, free and dumb   Get your head out of your tail   Don Henley must die!   Don't let him get back together   With Glenn Frey!      Don Henley must die!   Put him in the electric chair   Watch him fry!   Don Henley must die   Don Henley must die   No Eagles reunion   The same goes for you, Sting!