1. |
Fashion
03:48
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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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2. |
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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…
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3. |
Greatest Fear
03:22
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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?
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4. |
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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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5. |
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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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6. |
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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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7. |
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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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8. |
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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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