What do you see when you are looking around? Too many dickweeds on the fixed-gear bikes They sit in Starbucks, shoot coffee they drink To post on Facebook from new Apple device And their cigarettes are burning so bright When they spiel about political faults I’m not surprised that you are sick of them all
What do you hear when you are coming to club? Another band that does not know how to play They stand on scene with their cheap soundcards As if the masterpiece should sound this way And their listeners are trying to dance To pretend the boring party is fun Last night your neighbor saw you buying a gun
How would you feel if nobody cares Of things you wear and things you do? How would you feel if you have that chance, Do hipsters go to heaven too?
It's on the radio and television The words they use to feed your ambitions Art-house, Indietronic, Ray Ban, Moleskine The stereotypes causing itch on your skin On social media and exhibitions Fashion that controls your decisions Shit in the frames, weed in the brains A figural sense they could never explain
How would you feel if nobody cares Of things you wear and things you do? How would you feel if you have that chance, Do hipsters go to heaven too? Hipster killer… The time has come...