Wicker Park

Do you wanna see Iceburg Lettuce at the SubT it's gonna be so good

Living in the suburb is such a drag
My parents give me money to fill plastic bags
Someday I'll live large and get a brand new car
Drive to Chicago where my life will start

Oh I’m so cliche
The city and my suburb are the fucking same
I'll move to Logan Square, shop at Wicker Park
American Apparel and latte art
Staying inside after it gets dark
I love the city, just not the poor parts
My alternative lifestyle's a fucking farce

Mommy thinks I'm crazy 'cause I dyed all my hair
Pour packages of food items on the clothes that I wear
Some less-fortunates tried to steal my backpack
The Six Corners is the only place where I don’t get laughed at

So you work for a company that tells other people about a service that a copy company offers through a website?
Oh you go to a club in Boystown where they play retro new wave music? What's that like?

Who fucking cares about the brand of circular sunglasses that you wear
Your slick beard or your fixed gear bike
Or whatever other shit that encompasses your life
I happen to think that you're boring and trite
So you say they're the same, does that make me half-right?
I'm still better off than you, you delusional ass-wipe

People like you just make me sick
Your city is the suburbs, your poor is for the rich
When you abandon your apartment and move back with your mom
I hope it all burns so your neighborhood is gone