Used to be there was unity out here amongst the freaks
Wearing clothes that got my a*s 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 f***g 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 pa*sionate beliefs that you got over long ago
Replaced by vain detachment and post-modern rock'n'roll
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