Take a look at your haircut, you're k**ing me
Take a look at your gla**es, you're k**ing me
Placement of the piercings, you're k**ing me
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Take a look at your ripped jeans, you're k**ing me
Take a look at your Converse, you're k**ing me
Get a shirt that fits you, you're k**ing me
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Someone the other day was telling me about marketing
And how it's so important for a band to sell a t-shirt
I told him that the money goes right back into the same thing
And now we're just a breeding ground for more and more consumers
Sellout, shmellout, it's not about that
But all my problems seem to stem from cash
I got my beliefs and I don't care if they're right
But if we don't meet our quota, man, we're gonna get into another fight
Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here
Where style is function and our egos make us fight
For now we'll live in fear, we're not s**y enough for this atmosphere
Someone blow it up tonight, we'll fight, fight, fight, fight
Take a look at your haircut, you're k**ing me
Take a look at your gla**es, you're k**ing me
Placement of the piercings, are you kidding me?
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Williamsburg has got the lights down low
And a moron with a laptop is calling this poetry
A singer with a thrift amp - "vintage circuitry"
On the cover of Bop or Seventeen
I'm so lonely, life is empty
Where's my coke and f**ing money?
Tonight at the bar I got a good look at the enemy
He said "My job's looking good and someone else can write the songs for me"
Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here
Where style is function and our egos make us fight
For now we'll live in fear, we're not s**y enough for this atmosphere
Someone blow it up tonight, please blow it up tonight
Now we're cloning sheep
Writing garbage in their diaries
Reading their AP
And watching Fuse TV
k** it, c'est la vie
Fashion show equals your scene
Bomb the industry, yeah
Then run away or watch the blast
I'm getting out so kiss my a**
I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast
I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast