People Pops & Fudgesicles for the Shit Factory

I'm sorry that you've all gone soft
Are advance 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

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
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

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, they're gonna get your money GO!)
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

Stop singin' it!
Stop singin' it!
You're too serious!
How can you crack a smile if you can't laugh at yourself?
You think you're legit
But you're just the idiot
Here's how to deal with it,
Bring the asshole and the douchebag level down

I'm not a part of your scene 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 is B-U-L-L-fucking-shit)

(All your favorite bands do coke. sorry.)

Stop singin' it!
Stop singin' it!
You're too serious!
How can you crack a smile if you can't laugh at yourself?
You think you're legit
But you're just the idiot
Here's how to deal with it,
Bring the asshole and the douchebag level down

Stop singing that shit we're tired of it
Start killing it, oh, Start killing it
Kick the baggage and the ego to the ground
Stop singing that shit we're tired of it
Start killing it, oh, so I can kick the rotting carcass of your sound