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Fashion [Single]

by Failed Assimilation

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1.
Fashion 03:48
The king and queen of the scene Dress to kill and kill to be seen Sip your latte, flash that brand Spit my name and crush my hand You should take a fucking hint But you keep on flaunting it So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate You are really something else Wear that gold and strut your health Slaying clubs and crashing cars Burn it all down in your path Fuck attention that you seek Save your pity for the weak So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate Pseudo-Street, you’re high class trash Front of line in hipster drag Burning cash for wanton needs They are begging on their knees To take your load upon their face You leave the mess without a trace I know you’ll never say it But I can see it in your eyes You know I’ll never have it But I don’t want to live that lie So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate
2.
I can't believe it The way you look sometimes Like a trampled flag on a city street Oh yeah And I don't want it The things you're offering me Symbolized barcode, quick I.D Oh yeah 'Cause I'm a twenty-first century digital boy I don't know how to live but I got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual Ain't life a mystery, yeah? I can't explain it The things you're saying to me It's going yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah 'Cause I'm a twenty-first century digital boy I don't know how to read but I got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual, oh Ain't life a mystery, yeah? Tried to tell you about no control But now I really don't know And then you told me how bad you had to suffer Is that really all you have to offer? 'Cause I'm a twenty-first century digital boy I don't know how to live but I got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual, yeah Twenty-first century digital boy…
3.
Where do I go from here, when you leave my life? Slipping into despair, I cannot hold on Remembering your last words kills me every day Torture myself to hurt, and feel another pain Losing was my greatest fear And now your gone and I’m lost Will we ever meet again? Your life it has gone too soon, faster than the dawn They watch me play the fool as I waste away How can I hear your name, and not lose control When will we meet again, somewhere past this world Losing was my greatest fear And now your gone and I’m lost Will we ever meet again? There is a quiet voice inside of my head It is still calling you like a child did There is a pain in me that never goes I wish that I could find and take you home Losing was my greatest fear And now your gone and I’m lost Will we ever meet again? Losing was my greatest fear And now your gone and I’m lost Will we ever meet again?
4.
The king and queen of the scene Dress to kill and kill to be seen Sip your latte, flash that brand Spit my name and crush my hand You should take a fucking hint But you keep on flaunting it So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate You are really something else Wear that gold and strut your health Slaying clubs and crashing cars Burn it all down in your path Fuck attention that you seek Save your pity for the weak So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate Pseudo-Street, you’re high class trash Front of line in hipster drag Burning cash for wanton needs They are begging on their knees To take your load upon their face You leave the mess without a trace I know you’ll never say it But I can see it in your eyes You know I’ll never have it But I don’t want to live that lie So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate
5.
The king and queen of the scene Dress to kill and kill to be seen Sip your latte, flash that brand Spit my name and crush my hand You should take a fucking hint But you keep on flaunting it So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate You are really something else Wear that gold and strut your health Slaying clubs and crashing cars Burn it all down in your path Fuck attention that you seek Save your pity for the weak So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate Pseudo-Street, you’re high class trash Front of line in hipster drag Burning cash for wanton needs They are begging on their knees To take your load upon their face You leave the mess without a trace I know you’ll never say it But I can see it in your eyes You know I’ll never have it But I don’t want to live that lie So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate
6.
The king and queen of the scene Dress to kill and kill to be seen Sip your latte, flash that brand Spit my name and crush my hand You should take a fucking hint But you keep on flaunting it So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate You are really something else Wear that gold and strut your health Slaying clubs and crashing cars Burn it all down in your path Fuck attention that you seek Save your pity for the weak So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate Pseudo-Street, you’re high class trash Front of line in hipster drag Burning cash for wanton needs They are begging on their knees To take your load upon their face You leave the mess without a trace I know you’ll never say it But I can see it in your eyes You know I’ll never have it But I don’t want to live that lie So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate
7.
The king and queen of the scene Dress to kill and kill to be seen Sip your latte, flash that brand Spit my name and crush my hand You should take a fucking hint But you keep on flaunting it So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate You are really something else Wear that gold and strut your health Slaying clubs and crashing cars Burn it all down in your path Fuck attention that you seek Save your pity for the weak So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate Pseudo-Street, you’re high class trash Front of line in hipster drag Burning cash for wanton needs They are begging on their knees To take your load upon their face You leave the mess without a trace I know you’ll never say it But I can see it in your eyes You know I’ll never have it But I don’t want to live that lie So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate
8.
The king and queen of the scene Dress to kill and kill to be seen Sip your latte, flash that brand Spit my name and crush my hand You should take a fucking hint But you keep on flaunting it So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate You are really something else Wear that gold and strut your health Slaying clubs and crashing cars Burn it all down in your path Fuck attention that you seek Save your pity for the weak So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate Pseudo-Street, you’re high class trash Front of line in hipster drag Burning cash for wanton needs They are begging on their knees To take your load upon their face You leave the mess without a trace I know you’ll never say it But I can see it in your eyes You know I’ll never have it But I don’t want to live that lie So fuck your fashion I’ll put my trash on I would rather Alienate than replicate So fuck your fashion We put our trash on We would rather Alienate than replicate

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"Fashion" is the 3rd single from the debut album, "The Collapse of Reason"

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released April 9, 2021

“Fashion” written by Jethro Hilliard and Callum Dodds
Vocals by John Green
Guitar by Callum Dodds
Programming/Keys by Jethro Hilliard
Guitars recorded and produced by Roger Menso at Nyteshayde Studios
Mixed and Mastered by Matt Dodds

“21st Century (Digital Boy)” originally written by Bad Religion
Year 1990
Album: “Against The Grain”
Instrumentation re-created by Jethro Hilliard
Vocals covered by John Green and Daniel Gillman
Backing vocals by Cameron Rees

“Greatest Fear”
Written by John Green and Patrick Crowley
Vocals by John Green
Additional Programming by Michael Gillman and Jethro Hilliard
Mixed and Mastered by Matt Dodds

All remixes were mixed by their respective owners, and mastered by Matt Dodds

This release is dedicated in loving memory of Margaret Ann Siebenhausen

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Australian post-industrial rock band from Brisbane.

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