Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Subcultures, artist - Dr. SyntaxDate of issue: 12.04.2009
Song language: English
Subcultures |
| I tried to act sociable with the guys down the local |
| But soon realized I was bein' too hopeful |
| I don’t know cars, and I can’t throw darts |
| So I knew in my heart that I stood no chance |
| I tagged along with a gang of vagabonds |
| But my plans to bond went badly wrong |
| I got nervous, tryin’a rob purses |
| Long before the cops surfaced |
| I thought 'it's not worth it' |
| I spent the night with some hippie types |
| Passing the biggest pipe that I’ve ever seen, in my life |
| I thought crusties were all about love and peace |
| But they got uppity when I finished off their fuckin' weed |
| I tried to get friendly with some trendies |
| They tried to tell me to get my hair bleached |
| Know what I thought of their fashion tips? |
| I said thanks but I’m happy with the natural look I’ve landed with |
| I tried to chill with some garage ravers |
| I can’t believe what wankers they were |
| You have a rude attitude, aren’t you ever in a happy mood? |
| I met some UK Hip hop heads on the internet |
| Thinkin' «yes, I finally found some kids who share my interest» |
| They spent the next 60 minutes on some whinging flex |
| Bitchin' 'bout who they think is better, Chester P or Jehst |
| I started chillin' with some indie kids |
| Who dressed as if they didn’t have a penny |
| When they’re clearly privileged |
| Obnoxious Oxford posh kids in a mosh pit |
| Watch me as if I was dog shit |
| I thought «Fuck this.» |
| I went to a party full of arty farty wanna be Dahlis |
| All dreamin' of the day they paint their masterpiece |
| Charming freaks, dressed alarmingly |
| So you can’t perceive the possibility |
| That artistry’s not in their arteries |
| I met some footy hooligans |
| Moody cunts, who can’t remember when they first threw a punch |
| When I told them that I support no one |
| They called me a homo and bust my nose open |
| I met some lads who had recently outed |
| Who moved like drag queens when they pouted |
| I tried to think that it shouldn’t be a problem |
| But really we just didn’t have a damn thing in common |
| I met some nasty girls |
| Who looked like Barbie dolls |
| Dressed in Armani clothes |
| I knew their hearts were cold |
| They treated me like a thick inbred, with disrespect |
| And I don’t take shit from stick insects |
| I met a couple into S&M |
| She was a leggy wench |
| He was among the most scary men I’ve ever met |
| They wanted me to wear leather kecks |
| Come and sit next to them and be their special friend |
| At this point I thought I needed help |
| None of these subcultures offered me |
| A spot where I could be myself |
| I told them all «Fine, do what you like to |
| But don’t let the limits of your pastime define you» |