Sunlight won't lie to your pale face in spring when it comes Warm winds will dullen the edge of our razor blade tongues Make me a child put me back on the sand of that beach Sailboats and seaweed we'll sunburn our skin in the sea But you spend all your time acting cool for the kids in the scene And you spend all your money looking cool for the kids in the scene Cuz these days It's nothing but Vice magazines And c**aine And tapered jeans... Escape from the clubs and the Montreal magazine trends Sharpen your pitchforks and burn down the internet Boil all your cellphones in cauldrons of hang-over sweat Stick up the dj outside of his virgin store set Cuz these days It's nothing but Vice magazines And c**aine And dj's And tapered jeans... Make me a child put me back on the sand of that beach Sailboats and seaweed we'll sunburn our skin in th sea But you spend all your time acting cool for the kids in the scene And you spend all your money looking cool for the kids in the scene Cuz these days It's nothing but Vice magazines And c**aine And dj's And polka dots And tapered jeaaanssssss!