People Pops & Fudgesicles for the (S)hit Factory

[Verse 1] I'm sorry that you've all gone soft Advanced apologies required now for pissing you off? I'll deny all of this to your face Quit claiming to be indie rock Because you aren't independent, and your rock and roll's fucked I'll get the coffin, you supplied your own hammer [Chorus 1] (Please, please, please, please, please) We'll put a nail in it, I hope the scene can fit We'll throw it in the pit As a sacrifice for middle aged men and screaming girls (Please, please, please, please, please) Your scene is full of shit, so start killing it Don't be the hypocrite The last teary-eyed thrift-store mope star in the world [Verse 2] A victim of the latest hoax The iconoclasts have lied and you're not in on the joke Prove they're not what they claim to be Your money, gonna get your money, oh! Criticize all that I've said 'Cause if I wasn't so pretentious, I'd cash in on the trend Do lines, double fist pills, and O.D [Chorus 2] (Please, please, please, please, please) Stop singin' it! Stop singin' it! You're too serious! How can you crack a smile if you can't laugh at yourself? (Please, please, please, please, please) You think you're legit, you're just the idiot Here's how to deal with it Bringing the asshole and the douchebag level down Ba-ba-ba-ba [Bridge] I'm not a part of your scene (ba ba) Where fashion meets choreography Your haircut is stupid, your pants are uncomfortable You systematically plan every awkward forced guitar spin Your emotion is a joke, your emotion is a joke Your emotion's B-U-L-L-fucking-shit! (Ba ba-ba-da, ba-ba-da, ba-ba-da Ba ba ba-ba-ba-da, ah!) All your favorite bands do coke, sorry [Chorus 2] (Please, please, please, please, please) Stop singin' it! Stop singin' it! It's too serious! How can you crack a smile if you can't laugh at yourself? (Please, please, please, please, please) You think you're legit, you're just the idiot Here's how to deal with it Bringing the asshole and douchebag level down, oh! [Outro] (Please, please, please, please, please) Stop singing that shit, we're tired of it Start killing it, start killing it Kick the baggage and the ego to the ground (Please, please, please, please, please) Stop singing that shit, we're so tired of it Start killing it, oh, so I can Kick the rotting carcass of your sound "What you've got is, uh, a whole miserable subculture"