Lyrics
Outcast on the day-to-day natural
Last place in a race to be casual
Body feelin' a repeat con-adderall
Autopilot the real riot, so typical
Everybody says the same old thing
I’m whistle-blowing the trust funds that can’t sing
Fingers up and down with the suffering
Fingers up, scary kids with nose rings
Here’s an anthem for ya
Wake up teenagers
Fuck you and down with the media
Victim? Addicted?
Oh, maybe?
They all look addicted?
Oh, pay me
Full-metal jacket to combat intelligence
Put the kids down and hail to the ignorant
Feeling fuckin' stupid to think a little different
Half-cocked dome the iPhone from aliens
Everybody says the same old thing
I’m whistle blowing the trust funds that can’t sing
Fingers up and down with the suffering
Fingers up, scary kids with nose rings
Here’s an anthem for ya
Wake up teenagers
Fuck you and down with the media
Victim? Addicted?
Oh, maybe?
They all look addicted?
Oh, pay me
Hide in your robes
We can expose
That whistle blows, yeah
That whistle blows!
Yeah!
Here’s an anthem for ya
Wake up teenagers
Fuck you and down with the media
Victim? Addicted?
Oh, maybe?
(Fuck you and down with the media!)
They all look addicted?
Oh, pay me
Written by: Jack Vanderpol, Nate Vanderpol