Goddamn You, You Scenesters
 
ever since i was 'leven, twelve, or thirteen,
back in ol' stl on the mississipp',
i've felt the stranglehold force of the scenesters

goddamn you, you scenesters, in vintage t-shirts
got to be real "don't care", with precise hair
jesus hates you
got to look real cocksure. it's in the brochure
the virgin mary says, "screw you"
got to be real "watch the pinwheel"
but where i'm from we've

always had nothin', so we've got nothin' to lose
we say what we want, do what we choose, do what we choose!

goddamn you, you scenesters in black converse
got to be real "fuck-off", in your mom's spiked cuff
jesus, mary, and joseph!
got to look real tortured. a follow-suit is hard work
oh, my lord!
got to look real "it's no big deal"
but where i'm from we've

always had nothin', so we've got nothin' to lose
we say what we want, do what we choose, do what we choose!
we've always had nothin', so we've got nothin' to lose
we say what we want, do what we choose, do what we choose!

instrumental solo 
goddamn, you!

we've always had nothin', so we've got nothin' to lose
we say what we want, do what we choose, in the wrong shoes!

but you can be saved if you're a scenester
you gotta dig deep down and find a feelin'
you gotta dig deep down and find out how you feel

i swear to god! i swear to all damnation
holy shit!
as my grandpa used to say, "jeez and crackers, 
jesus h. christ on a stick, for chrissakes,
jesus wept"