Music Has Taken A Backseat To Haircuts

You're more hardcore, punk, straightedge or indie than me
You have far more "cool to be uncool" friends than me
Your hair is cooler and your pants are tighter
And your MySpace pictures own my face
Skinnier and better looking and you have more tattoos
And obviously I loose. The buttons on your bag are cooler
You are nothing but a scenester
And at anytime your favorite band is more obscure than mine
Your shoes are more vintage and so is your lame-ass shirt
More black clothes than me, more trucker caps than me
I don't even own a black leather jacket
And I don't care about a f*cking spiky belt
Your glasses are thicker than mine
Your piercings are more weirdo than mine
The plugs in your ears are bigger than mine
You are nothing but a scenester
And at anytime your favorite band is more obscure than mine
Because as we all know, that's what really matters
In a scene where the music has taken a backseat to the haircuts
Because as we all know, that's what really matters
You win and I loose, congratulations, congratulations wanker
Kid, kid listen up, if you ask me it's crazy, it's stupid, it's dumb
That I shared a stage with you and that you flipped your style
You folded you art to what's now playing in bar's stereos
To what's now playing in your girl's stereo
When you're drinking at a local festival
I ain't interested in hearing about your old days
And at anytime your favorite band is more obscure than mine
Because as we all know, that's what really matters
In a scene where the music has taken a backseat to the haircuts
Because as we all know, that's what really matters
You win and I loose, congratulations, congratulations wanker