Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song "Yeah, I Don't Know What It's Like to Be Around a Bunch of Hipsters", artist - The Arrogant Sons Of Bitches. Album song Three Cheers for Disappointment, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 09.01.2006
Record label: Really
Song language: English
"Yeah, I Don't Know What It's Like to Be Around a Bunch of Hipsters" |
Hey again, I hope you know you ruined my life |
The bitterest words are never quite sincere |
But I gotta tell you one thing, it’s all the same to me |
It’s in my blood and you don’t feel the flow |
(Woo woo) |
I sat there, absorbing the ever-present real world |
Wondering why people have to change all the time |
And about those who shift with the trends |
Well, we both know I know better |
Than to point the blame at somebody else but myself |
So I’ll put these words on the shelf, with pictures of old friends |
I can sit and ask myself what I’m doing wrong |
But I’m right this time |
And these are my convictions you’re tearing down |
I won’t give up |
Even though it’s all anyone in this world thinks we’re good for now |
She’s not with us anymore |
I sat there feeling frustrated |
The autumn sky was rapidly turning to dusk |
And I’m feeling so fucking alone in this world |
You won’t believe me when I tell you |
But everything that I respect is absent in you |
So go shut me out and shut up, as this scene rages on |
I can’t decide what to do with people like you |
I can’t take it on the chin |
'Cause these are my convictions that you’re tearing down |
I won’t give up |
Even though it’s all anyone in this world thinks we’re good for now |
He’s not with us anymore |
I’m not changing for the world |
There’s a time to let it go |
When it comes I’ll let you know, yeah! |
I’ll take this mental anguish, fists thrown at my head |
Because I’m right this time, yeah (this time) |
And yeah, I’m right this time, oh yeah (this time) |
I’m so right this time |
These are my convictions that you’re tearing down |
I won’t give up |
Even though it’s all anyone in this world thinks we’re good for now |
She’s not with us anymore |
I’m not changing for the world |
I won’t change for your world |
Oh, yeah, as we go, go, go, go, go, fists first to the world |
Your concrete morals mold life’s prison cells |
And with fashion as warden, you’re prisoners in hell in your world Rot in hell |
in your world |
I’m not changing for the world |