I'm too f**ing s**y, I'm too f**ing s**y for this, I'm too f**ing s**y I'm too f**ing s**y for the scene, Too cool for school and even more for the scene Lip locked with pretence while she's pissing on the dream. and we've got the perfect shirts, our pants so tight they f**ing hurt but you know me I'll make this work so serious it's hopeless Take this artist, burn his palette we are supposed to be the dreamers and the ones who find the words Did we lose our focus? Did we lose the love? Hang me with this jury because we're all so f**ing guilty this is becoming a mob scene, am I the only one who disagrees? I'm too f**ing s**y, I'm too f**ing s**y for this, I'm too f**ing s**y I'm too f**ing s**y for the scene, Double dutch over the line yeah, the one that defines the difference between arousal and inspiration Take this poet, burn his notebook we are supposed to be the dreamers and the ones who find the words Did we lose our focus? Did we lose the love? Hang me with this jury because we're all so f**ing guilty this is becoming a mob scene, am I the only one who disagrees? Take this artist, burn his palette Take this poet, burn his notebook What's the point of a f**ing scene base of fashion, pretense and authority keep your rules and your f**ed up dreams I'm too f**ing s**y for the scene.