Lyrics

She's not a friend of mine I thought that for the last time What I thought was sad confusion was counter-revolution Buy the shirt, buy the fad Buy the full-page glossy ad Selling out, buying in Dance, you fool, that stupid grin The revolutionary ideals They're happy to steal And turn into gimmicks for the post-modern cynics Buy the shirt, buy the fad Buy the full-page glossy ad Selling out, buying in Dance, you fool, that stupid grin Another year goes by I'm not that same young angry guy But I cannot deny the values worth more than my life If I'm willing to die I'm not ashamed to tell you why Like I told you the last time after time after time after time My revolutionary ideals were so easy to steal And turn into gimmicks for post-modern cynics He's dead All out of thread One to the heart and one to the back of the head Let's not pretend we think he's anyone So sad, in love with a fad In love with a man Who was the worst one you ever had? He's still someone's daughter's son Fuck your stupid fucking band You think I don't understand? Are you going for the gold? Are you doing what you're told? Cut your bangs, cut your hair Learn that stupid vacant stare Do you think what you say? Will you say them anyway? Fuck your stupid fucking songs You think I have got it wrong? From the view underground you are looking like a clown We don't need you We don't need you We don't need you We don't need you