As a starter, lemme tell you this: there are no good or bad styles in the scene Only good and bad bands, sons of who*es and friends In any case, you change your style more than you change your underwear Lemme tell you this: it's just another logo from the H and M brand And we know all about them (way too much!) So, either you do, or you do not! Either you do or you keep your mouth shut! And on the side of the know-it-all, the coolest one is always the most cynical And the most bored of them… So that our f**ing scene can outlive them! Now that we're at it, let's talk about music: Sons of b**hes that make us dance dig (Marilyn) Manson or copy (Tim) Armstrong They talk about bombs but the only ones they plant are coming out of their a**es After having sold them to the rock tabloids. MTV… Going back to a high school lifestyle after twenty… They would sell their life away only to do it but what they don't know Is that they've already done Spending it gulping down illusions the way bad weeds gulp down sour waters Where are punk rock and ethics in this mess?! They've been sold out on e-bay The last auction before the final curtain It's your sad lot in life but it's a consolation one: Hanging out in the so-called right places convincing yourself you're still on the right side Loser!