| Standing with your head so high, you know they’re talking about you |
| Bet you started to think it couldn’t go on without you |
| Maybe things look different to me, maybe I don’t know shit but I just can’t see |
| How the world’s such a boring place when it’s spinning around you |
| Always looks so tragically hip, how can you stand it? |
| I see right through your disguise, you know I know that you planned it |
| Proving what I already know, dumber than a stick but you got cool clothes |
| Pretending that you worked so hard for the things you were handed |
| You’re dropping names I don’t want to know |
| Go to the shows just to flaunt your clothes |
| You’re talking about places I’d never go |
| I’m just a person, you are the hipster |
| Don’t understand it’s like oil and water, why don’t you leave me alone? |
| I know who you are and I’m gonna watch my back |
| Trying to look dissatisfied while controversy surrounds you |
| Always talking about yourself so people know they’re below you |
| And then kissing ass for ass-kissing sake |
| Then go and complain that the world’s so fake |
| Rebellion means much more than fucking thrift-store shoes |
| Saw you yesterday at a show and it seemed so funny, you thought you were |
| So in the know, always talking about the hipsters at your home |
| But we’re all betting smokes you’ll leave alone |