Generic Dudez -

Fuck off, you generic twats

Your conformity’s starting to bug me

All you motherfuckers look just the same

I’ll equalize any who oppose me

Here we go, I’m back in time, It’s like I’m in high school

Your neon dress don’t impress anyone, you damn fool

I know you wanna stand out, that’s easy to see

But it’s hard to when you don’t have a personality

It’s ninety degrees out, ditch that circle scarf

And your stunnas are so gaudy, I think I might just barf

Nylon and lookbook might say you look cool

But look in a fuckin' mirror, can’t you see you’re a tool?

Your brain’s surely melted from all the blow

Bought with your parent’s money, you roll in their dough

Your brain’s surely melted from all the blow, from all the blow,

from all the blow

So go ahad and listen to your favorite pitchfork band

With over mixd reverb, the lyrics you can’t understand

You dress up, for their shows gaudier than a drag queen

And don’t move it’s a hardcore show, fuck fashion, fuck bein' clean!

Act interested in something for once in your fuckin' life, your friends won’t

judge you

Oh wait, they’re hipsters, yeah they will, never mind

Behind your million layered threads

Lies an emotive human soul, desperate to be fed

So just drop the act, cut out the smack

'cause right now, you’re about as enjoyable as a spoonful of ipecac

Behind your million layered threads

Lies an emotive human soul, desperate to be fed

So just drop the act, cut out the smack

'cause right now, you’re about as enjoyable as a spoonful of ipecac

Drop that, ungodly facade

Drop that, ungodly facade

Drop that, ungodly facade

Drop that, ungodly facade

Drop that, ungodly facade