Used to be there was unity out here amongst the freaks
Wearing clothes that got my ass kicked, on my fist was written "GEEK"
But if the punks ever saw your Misfits shirt then they'd always have your back
But this town just got too fucking cool, more likely to just laugh
You're just a new kind of preppie with your chic ennui
You're a real hot topic on the hipster scene, Oh Yeah!
Well your band sure looks real pretty, but can you make me feel a thing?
Just shake your hips and cash in on your sense of irony
All the passionate beliefs that you got over long ago
Replaced by vain detachment and post-modern rock'n'roll
(CHORUS)
Well I hear you making fun of that kid standing at the back
For his studded leather jacket and his red-plaid bondage pants
Like the captain of the coolness squad you say, "Oh that's soooo high school,"
And I think what a coincidence, I thought the same damn thing of you
