fuck off, you generic twats your conformity's starting to bug me all you motherfuckers look just the same i'll equalize any who oppose me
here we go, i'm back in time, it's like i'm in high school your neon dress don't impress anyone, you damn fool i know you wanna stand out, that's easy to see but it's hard to when you don't have a personality it's ninety degrees out, ditch that circle scarf and your stunnas are so gaudy, i think i might just BARF! nylon and lookbook might say you look cool but look in a fuckin' mirror, can't you see you're a tool?
your brain's surely melted from all the blow bought with your parent's money, you roll in their dough your brain's surely melted from all the blow from all the blow, from all the blow.
so go ahead and listen to your favorite pitchfork band with overmixed reverb, the lyrics you can't understand you dress up for their shows gaudier than a drag queen AND DON'T MOVE. it's a hardcore show; fuck fashion, fuck bein' clean!
act interested in something for once in your life! your friends won't judge you! oh wait, they're hipsters; yeah they will, never mind.
behind your million layered threads lies an emotive human soul, desperate to be fed so just drop the act, cut out the smack 'cause right now, you're about as enjoyable as a spoonful of ipecac. behind your million layered threads lies an emotive human soul, desperate to be fed so just drop the act, cut out the smack 'cause right now, you're about as enjoyable as a spoonful of ipecac.