Lyrics:
Hey scenesters, hey, hey scenesters Hey scenesters, hey, hey scenesters Hey scenesters, hey, hey scenesters You lot are in trouble now
scenester Well, oh no, oh no, here we all go again It's the life of the perfect scenester and now they listen to emotional music When they used to like
and the fall I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm leaving Los Feliz I cruise
Hey look over there A Michelangelo's heir It smells like a fraud But they treat him like a Saint He's a scenester He's a scenester Such a scenester
Fly by night scenester, Fly by night hipster One more newjack wants to set the rules Fly by night scenester, Fly by night hipster Never
t-shirt that looks cut and paste. Trustfund hipsters, trustfund scenesters, Flit like flies, look like brothers and sisters. Trustfund hipsters, trustfund
won't be needing your dogma I am Me I am Me, it's working fine I see through you Your morals have the flaws I don't need your scenester laws Judge
the death of me We dream like we're dreamers Mom says a novena, we pray for the scenesters, the boys becomes teamsters We dream like we're dreamers Refugees
station, whipped up and ready, hit up the scenester's that's acting too petty, not for your ears Blood, stick to your peer's Blood, i make music you cant get
did before Just another scenester fool Just another fashion whore We sure saw who stuck around Morals walked on out the door Now we see you
and arrogant Perfect for the experts Top gold It's cold in the morning Where scenesters exit Into thin air
a straight legged sixties scenester Then we hit the street with poise of commando Clothes, guitar but arsenal missing one thing Exotic Glasgow chick, they
from the gift store Hipster, scenester, I don't care like Weez-L But I'd feel like an ad if my shirt said Diesel I'm not a Kid Millionaire, I pass
Scenesters with their beards and tennis shoes Skinny girls and pudgy ugly dudes Lift their amplifiers from the ditches Southern doormen brood in barroom
a scenester Come with me drink with me dance with me Fight with me smile with me cry with me Be with me live with me die with me Ain't no body knows what you
don't feel shit, think I'm dead (Ooh) I subsist on pills and bread (Pills and bread) I hate you, you stupid scenester You look so gay for a breeder (So
This one's for the bottom-feeding scenester Day one, I thought you were alright Day two, I'm waiting for you to piss everyone off So you'll move
hide it til' it blows Scenester kids trying hard to compose Silence is the only thing anyone knows Hows the paycheck Hows the rat race You Hungry for
hipsters taking welcome to the ghetto tours No metaphors, real spit poetry Most of these scenesters were not bred locally Hopefully, it changes soon, yeah
the papers say Need no false leads to pave the way That ain't the lane we're driving in Our lives three sheets to the wind We don't care what the scenesters
takes his plan The bruiser bounce makes his stand The hussies in black are blinking With fluttering eyelids drinking Home of the scenester boys Jelly
Bubblegummers and two-pot screamers Cut scenesters, wet dream believers Christmas time's like an open mic night No-one knows how to talk or act right
more Curtains up On the downbeat of your song Command performer Fielding encores at the bar Scenesters wishing on your star In the spotlight
a chance at "The Life" First off: couldn't be me Not a scenester, I'm a senior And a principal talent Iced down Pelligrinos on my rider Roasted almonds,
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