Let's go to Topman, let's go go to Topman
It's our Mecca, it's it's our Mecca
Buy the NME, buy buy the NME
It's our manual, it'll know what to do!
Neon sunglasses define my character
Look at me and my neon sunglasses
I've got the pointy shoes, got got the pointy shoes
It's like a metaphor for my edgy style
Check out my girl's clothes, check check my girl's clothes
How alter-native is THAT?

Hey, I like this band they're sup-er awe-some
You've heard of them too?
Oh - man they suck

Kiss my credibility goodbye
I was so cooler than thou
Kiss my credibility goodbye
I've lost my scene now
Kiss my credibility goodbye
WATCH ME SINK
Kiss my credibility goodbye
Oh! - what would Pitchfork think?

And so I take my knife this night
It's got a glowstick blade
And I sink it in
It feels so right
And they all bleed neon

Their mock shock faces are bright
Burn so hot pink
It's like something from Skins
And it feels so right
And their dreams of token synths are gone

One hundred million dead indie scenesters
Their big checked scarves tainted with blood
One hundred million dead indie scenesters
Their Shockwaves spunked hair peppered with mud
One hundred million dead indie scenesters!
Hadouken! plays as the funeral bells ring
ONE HUNDRED MILLION DEAD INDIE SCENESTERS!
AND I DON'T REGRET A THING!


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