BRAND NEW PINK BOHEMIA

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The cat's out the bag But the bag was in the river If it wasn't for the bag He'd still have his liver Real big bag chaser Didn't leave a sliver Like a carrot on a stick He's a pack burro racer And from the tower tops they watch Eyes like a laser Gawkin, they're sick It's all in their faces A lady on a balcony, tote bag on hand Carries a book of poetry to show she understands No, I'm sure she understands Like every other one of them The skaters with colored vans Overalls instead of pants Guys that start cover bands And everybody wants to rap They're so cool and quirky Cause they're Phoebe Bridger fans [interlude] I hate 'em all I really hate 'em all I hate all of 'em I really hate 'em [Verse 2] Everyone's an artist now Looking down on him Pretentious couldn't cover it They dress too different They're vintage and hip Cute, DIY, and thrift Everybody wants to be a Pink Bohemian An alternative aristocrat Docs that got the boots to match Posing at the house party Showing where their friends are at Bro just booked a gig tonight Thinks he dodged a 9-to-5 Crabs in a bucket Dandies watching from the sidelines [Bridge] And I know it's true that no one is that cool If you built it up, it's got to be a ruse What's good for me is you Doing what you wanna do Even if I hate you [Verse 3] From the outside they're asking why Why can't I seem to get inside? They can't seem to let go of their pride Even if some of them realize No one likes each other anyway They live for now but no one's here to stay It's been this way in Pink Bohemia I don't fuck with you, do you fuck with me? [Outro] The suckers, the posers, they look down upon 'em They all wanna live in Pink Bohemia The ragers, the skaters throw shows in they basements It's basic, they hate 'em, Pink Bohemia The rappers or lamer, they love to berate 'em Our ass can't fathom Pink Bohemia They're all fucking strangers, and I fucking hate 'em I just can't stand, Pink Bohemia