We'll be the worms in your apple pie. Fake abuse for our bios blacken our own eyes. The grass isn't greener on the other side We'll set it on fire, and we have no reason why
We set fashion, not follow Spit vitriol, not swallow We set fashion, not follow Spit vitriol, not swallow
We're Good for nothing but being Everything that's bad Good for nothing but being everything that's bad
We know who we are and what we wanna say And we don't care who's listening We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well We're the bright young things
I've got my villian necktie, and a mouth of hi-fi Go sharp, I'm bleedin' from my Judas hole I'm the Arch Dandy, no goodnik and I'm headed for Crashville I'm most monster with my groan box In the "Meat Show"
We set fashion, not follow Spit vitriol. not swallow We set fashion, not follow Spit vitriol, not swallow
Good for nothing but being Everything that's bad Good for nothing but being Everything that's bad
We know who we are and what we wanna say And we don't care who's listening We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well We're the bright young things
Crashing the ether, we've got the loudest Stereotype Even neophytes deep 6 your pro-life We don't need to move a single prayer bone We're so beautiful and damned Simply as a still-life
Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
Stop the song and remember what you used to be? Somebody that could fucking impress me
We know who we are and what we wanna say And we don't care who's listening We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well We're the bright young things
We know who we are and what we wanna say And we don't care who's listening We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well We're the bright young things
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