the lyrics : i see you hippie dippie chickie with your silver jewelry and black lipstick keeping your necklaces untangled must be tricky you 're not empathic ; you 're dense as a brick leather-bound journals and athames of plastic spangles and bangles on polyester gauze casting spells with your coven of the clueless with no reason to use magic than just because refrain : emo , poser , faker , fluff bunny goth wannabe you do n't know magic , you do n't know ennui pretending to be cool but you 're such a disgrace prancing around in crushed velvet and black lace you have plenty of religion all pantheons are open to you whatever everyone thinks is cool well , those are your gods too yesterday you worked with the greek gods today you 're into celts and fae the gods and spirits guide you to enlightenment by telling you to do what you were going to anyway refrain you 're so clueless you do n't think this song is about you you 've do n't need trite props ; you have a different view your words of full of wisdom ; you 're so mature well , your words are full of something ; that 's for sure as long as facts and logic are incidental and no one is the least bit judgmental except of course to things you find detrimental then depth and substance are merely accidental refrain if what you believe is complete fabrication and orthopraxy and orthodoxy have no place nor does reason nor does investigation then you 're just crushed velvet and black lace .