I could be off, but then it's art, so I'm free to interpret it as I wish, but it seems to me that the song, both lyrically and melodically, are about, or at least come with the emotional frame of wallowing in self-loathing.
With the repeated boosting of second-rate things to the top of the list so to speak, it seems like the narrator is dealing with feeling not up to par in some way, as in "Gold isn't hip; silver is in". it seems like the same kind of self-deprecating masochism that I frequently feel on my blue days.
I could be off, but then it's art, so I'm free to interpret it as I wish, but it seems to me that the song, both lyrically and melodically, are about, or at least come with the emotional frame of wallowing in self-loathing. With the repeated boosting of second-rate things to the top of the list so to speak, it seems like the narrator is dealing with feeling not up to par in some way, as in "Gold isn't hip; silver is in". it seems like the same kind of self-deprecating masochism that I frequently feel on my blue days.
But again, that's just my opinion.