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  • The Lottery line at Fine Foods is three blocks long
    and Hussein"s selling PBR to Hispsters with ironic mustaches
    who most definitely once were punk, but now wear flannel
    and scream over bar chords on acoustic guitars
    the parks full of scum ***** oggles and train kid
    busking and flying signs for sparks and beast ice
    but not food for their dog,not laundrys to clean their clothes
    they don't even shower but that's how it go's
    and I don't care much either way,cause when their my age they'll all own SAABS
    vacation homes with pending divorce, memberships at the golf course
    but I do not ,no I do not
    You see i was born in a traffic jam, a cul-de-sac all american
    with taperd jeans and leather jackets and nike hightops
    a hair farmer from the suburbs, a drunk speed metal drummer
    now how the hell did i end up a realtree camo and carharts
    it's safe to say that I lost grip,oh look there goesanother Hipster kid
    in neon on a track bike paying a school to learn art
    a buy green vegetarian,a fashion Icon charlatan,at the bar buying rounds
    on hi mothers credit card
    and i don't care much either way.cause when their my age they'll all own SAABS
    vacation homes with pending divorce,memberships at the golf course
    but i do not hell no ,no i do not
  • The Lottery line at Fine Foods is three blocks long
    and Hussein"s selling PBR to Hispsters with ironic mustaches
    who most definitely once were punk, but now wear flannel
    and scream over bar chords on acoustic guitars
    the parks full of scum ***** oggles and train kid
    busking and flying signs for sparks and beast ice
    but not food for their dog,not laundrys to clean their clothes
    they don't even shower but that's how it go's
    and I don't care much either way,cause when their my age they'll all own SAABS
    vacation homes with pending divorce, memberships at the golf course
    but I do not ,no I do not
    You see i was born in a traffic jam, a cul-de-sac all american
    with taperd jeans and leather jackets and nike hightops
    a hair farmer from the suburbs, a drunk speed metal drummer
    now how the hell did i end up a realtree camo and carharts
    it's safe to say that I lost grip,oh look there goesanother Hipster kid
    in neon on a track bike paying a school to learn art
    a buy green vegetarian,a fashion Icon charlatan,at the bar buying rounds
    on hi mothers credit card
    and i don't care much either way.cause when their my age they'll all own SAABS
    vacation homes with pending divorce,memberships at the golf course
    but i do not hell no ,no i do not