Goddamn You, You Scenesters

Ever since I was 'leven, twelve, or thirteen
Back in ol' STL on the Mississipp'
I've felt the stranglehold force of the Scenesters

Goddamn you
You Scenesters
In vintage t-shirts
(Got to be real)
"Don't care"
With precise hair
Jesus hates you
(Got to look real)
Cocksure
It's in the brochure
The Virgin Mary says, "Screw you"
(Got to be real)
(Watch the pinwheel)
(But where I'm from we've)

Always had nothin'
So we've got nothin' to lose
We say what we want
Do what we choose, do
What we choose!

Goddamn you
You Scenesters
In black Converse
(Got to be real)
"Fuck-off"
In your mom's spiked cuff
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
(Got to look real)
Tortured
A follow-suit is hard work
Oh, (my Lord!)
(Got to look real "it's no big deal")
(But where I'm from we've)

Always had nothin'
So we've got nothin' to lose
We say what we want
Do what we choose, do
What we choose!
We've always had nothin'
So we've got nothin' to lose
We say what we want
Do what we choose, do
What we choose!

(Goddamn you!)

We've always had nothin'
So we've got nothin' to lose
We say what we want
Do what we choose, do
What we choose

But you can be saved if you're a Scenester
You gotta dig deep down and find a feelin'
You gotta dig deep down and find out how you feel

I swear to God!
I swear to all damnation
Holy shit!
As my Grandpa used to say, "Jeez and crackers
Jesus H. Christ on a stick, for Chrissakes
Jesus wept"