| You’re more hardcore, punk, straightedge or indie than me
|
| You have far more «cool to be uncool» friends than me
|
| Your hair is cooler and your pants are tighter
|
| And your MySpace pictures own my face
|
| Skinnier and better looking and you have more tattoos
|
| And obviously I loose. |
| The buttons on your bag are cooler
|
| You are nothing but a scenester
|
| And at anytime your favorite band is more obscure than mine
|
| Your shoes are more vintage and so is your lame-ass shirt
|
| More black clothes than me, more trucker caps than me
|
| I don’t even own a black leather jacket
|
| And I don’t care about a f*cking spiky belt
|
| Your glasses are thicker than mine
|
| Your piercings are more weirdo than mine
|
| The plugs in your ears are bigger than mine
|
| You are nothing but a scenester
|
| And at anytime your favorite band is more obscure than mine
|
| Because as we all know, that’s what really matters
|
| In a scene where the music has taken a backseat to the haircuts
|
| Because as we all know, that’s what really matters
|
| You win and I loose, congratulations, congratulations wanker
|
| Kid, kid listen up, if you ask me it’s crazy, it’s stupid, it’s dumb
|
| That I shared a stage with you and that you flipped your style
|
| You folded you art to what’s now playing in bar’s stereos
|
| To what’s now playing in your girl’s stereo
|
| When you’re drinking at a local festival
|
| I ain’t interested in hearing about your old days
|
| And at anytime your favorite band is more obscure than mine
|
| Because as we all know, that’s what really matters
|
| In a scene where the music has taken a backseat to the haircuts
|
| Because as we all know, that’s what really matters
|
| You win and I loose, congratulations, congratulations wanker |