We traded in our compassion for fashion aesthetics
We traded in our guitars, our shitty piss smelling bars
For battery-powered cars, symmetry houses and yards
I’m on the nose, but my aesthetic is pathetic
I’m not drunk, you’re just making me angry
Remember we were gonna change the world?
We said that we were gonna change the world
What if I still want to change the world?
(Sorry about that interruption folks. We now return you to your scheduled programming...)