I didn’t know that this genre had a dress code
I didn’t know that I had to bust a lymph node
To scream a note in a song that’ll hurt your ears
All alone after shows as he drinks his beers
To break his edge in front of peers is what he fears the most
Closed-minded listener as all he hears is HARDCORE music
Said he bashes other music
Spends too much time hating music
If his life is made of music
He must really hate life too

Can you see, said can you see through that haircut
Can you breath, can you breathe with those tight jeans
Can’t you see, said can’t you see that it’s just a trend
Another one, another one of the scene kids
You’ll be all alone in a week or two
You and your dead vogue, history repeats
In the music biz
All the time now
Said can’t you see that it’s just a trend
Another one, another one of those scene kids

Now picture this, you’re at a show Friday night
In walks a crew, all dressed up looking for a fight
Not there for music, they only show up in spite
Pay 5 bucks at the door, just so they can spread some fright
Hey Mr. Bush, I think I found some terrorist
They’re in my town, they’re always doing BREAKDOWNS
They look the same, with X’s tattooed on their fists
In my hometown is where the fascists still exist


Lyrics submitted by tomcat360

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