Oh my god there's scenesters everywhere, with their hair gel and their vintage t-shirts. Why didn't the shins come to phoenix? And why didn't mirah come to phoenix?
Because the modified is too small and the marquis is too big. And the complex is rightfully dead. And the hipsters with their snide comments and aversion to applause.
Oh my god, hardcore kids everywhere, with their hair gel and their color green.
How do they look so good while their convictions remain so strong?
Because their hair gel that they use isn't tested on animals and their swallow tattoos are fucking lame. And cocaine is essentially vegan and they don't give a fuck anyway. They're so vain, and yes, this song is about them.
Oh my god post-hardcore kids everywhere, with their violence and pomposity. So fucking straightedge getting high off of self-righteousness and praying to a sideways cross. So urban, so infantile, so angry, so young, and so poor. They don't need to use a crutch 'cuz they've got the wheelchair.
Oh my god there's assholes everywhere, pretentious fucking assholes everywhere. Oh my god there's assholes everywhere, pretentious judgmental assholes everywhere.
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Well these are fucking terrible lyrics.
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