Words: C. Hutchins

Music: M. Hutchins

 

Look at you so cool you fools

Oh in-crowd beckon me

I eat too much and drink’s my crutch

This t-shirt wasn’t free

 

We got no street cred, too well fed

Our clothes don’t smell like shit

We play real fast cause our drummer kicks ass

Cork sniffers if the title fits

 

You lead – we follow, I must admit

So smug you set the tone

Living on crumbs to orbit the sun

Starving for the hipster throne

 

We got no street cred, too well fed

Our clothes don’t smell like shit

We play real fast cause our drummer kicks ass

Cork sniffers if the title fits

 

You don’t like me, its plain to see

Something just don’t smell right

I pay my debts, don’t fuck my friends

You wanna banish me from your sight

 

So where’s this go?… Oh I know…

It turns out just like this….

The day will come when you’ll be shunned

And I’ll go take a piss….

 

We got no street cred, too well fed

Our clothes don’t smell like shit

We play real fast cause our drummer kicks ass

Cork sniffers if the title fits

We got no street cred, too well fed

Our clothes don’t smell like shit

We play real fast cause our drummer kicks ass

Cork sniffers if the title fits