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) co*ksure 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) "f**-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 sh**! As my Grandpa used to say, "Jeez and crackers Jesus H. Christ on a stick, for Chrissakes Jesus wept"