Incapable of holding down real jobs
And can't make rent,
So for a life in the arts
We deem ourselves destined
Skip across my record collection
Until a song strikes my soul
Until it distances the earth between me and my home
With the lazy shame of my parents money
And the senseless sweat of my own
Kids! We're in this together
You're my new consumer
And I don't want to move back home
So put a big black sticker on the front
That says "For Fans Of"
And you can donate a penny to my future pension
We've got big retail chain
Front-of-store displays,
But just remember:
It's three grand for a half-page ad,
So you better be paying attention
Yeah you're a beautiful consumer,
And I don't want to move back home
So download all the songs we wrote
And hype it up with some bullshit quotes
Yeah, we're on a roll