People Pops & Fudgesicles For The Shit Factory

I'm sorry that you've all gone soft

Advance apologies required now for pissing you off

I'll deny all of this to your face

Quick claiming to be indie rock

Because you aren't independent

And your rock and rolls fucked

I'll get the coffin

You supply your own hammer

And we'll put a nail in it

I hope the scene can fit

And we'll throw it in the pit

As a sacrifice for middle-aged men

And screaming girls

Your scene is full of shit

So start killing it

Don't be the hypocrite

The last teary eyed thrift store mope star in the world

A victim of the latest hoax

The iconoclasts have lied and you're not in on the joke

Prove they're not what they claim to be

Your money they're gonna get your money

Criticize all that I've said

'Cause if I wasn't so pretentious, I'd cash in on the trend

Do lines, double fist pills and od

Stop singing it

Stop singing it

You're too serious

How can you crack a smile if you can't laugh at yourself?

You think you're legit

But you're just the idiot

Here's how to deal with it

Bring the asshole and the douche bag level down

And I'm not a part of your scene

Where fashion meets choreography

Your haircut is stupid

Your pants are uncomfortable

You systematically plan every awkward forced guitar spin

Your emotion is a joke

Your emotion is a joke

Your emotion is b-u-l-l fucking shit

All your favorite bands do coke, sorry

Stop singing it

Stop singing it

You're too serious

How can you crack a smile if you can't laugh at yourself?

You think you're legit

But you're just the idiot

Here's how to deal with it

Bring the asshole and the douche bag level down

Stop singing that shit

We're tired of it

Start killing it

Start killing and kick the baggage and ego to the ground

Stop singing that shit

We're tired of it

Start killing it so

Start killing so I can kick the rotting carcass of your sound