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Let's go to Topman, let's go go to Topman It's our Mecca, it's it's our Mecca Buy the NME, buy buy the NME It's our manual, it'll know what to do! Neon sunglasses define my character Look at me and my neon sunglasses I've got the pointy shoes, got got the pointy shoes It's like a metaphor for my edgy style Check out my girl's clothes, check check my girl's clothes How alter-native is THAT? Hey, I like this band they're sup-er awe-some You've heard of them too? Oh - man they suck Kiss my credibility goodbye I was so cooler than thou Kiss my credibility goodbye I've lost my scene now Kiss my credibility goodbye WATCH ME SINK Kiss my credibility goodbye Oh! - what would Pitchfork think? And so I take my knife this night It's got a glowstick blade Letras de cancionesAnd I sink it in It feels so right And they all bleed neon Their mock shock faces are bright Burn so hot pink It's like something from Skins And it feels so right And their dreams of token synths are gone One hundred million dead indie scenesters Their big checked scarves tainted with blood One hundred million dead indie scenesters Their Shockwaves spunked hair peppered with mud One hundred million dead indie scenesters! Hadouken! plays as the funeral bells ring ONE HUNDRED MILLION DEAD INDIE SCENESTERS! AND I DON'T REGRET A THING! From Letras Mania