text: Urban Hipster, the new gangster
  Fronting by the club
  A new wave mannequin packing haircuts
  Instead of packing guns
  Magazines from overseas
  Wont teach you how to feel
  They trade in their hearts for indie rock charts
  To tell them what is real
  When did they assume putting on a costume
  Gave them a right to ostracize?
  Out of the woodwork, art aficionados?
  Answer one question
  Where is the line, where is the line
  Between your fashion and your mind?
  Where is the line, where is the line?
  Cause some of us arent blind!
  Where is the line, where is the line?
  To be yourself is not a crime
  Where is the line, where is the line?
  Cause some of us arent blind!
  She sells street cred with no smile
  At the local record store
  Shes acting the role and dressing the part
  Pretending to be bored
  The truth about conformity is
  It bites without a sting
  Trends come and go, but when youre alone
  It doesnt mean a thing
  When did they assume putting on a costume
  Gave them a right to ostracize?
  Out of the woodwork art aficionados?
  Answer one question
  Where is the line, where is the line
  Between your fashion and your mind?
  Where is the line, where is the line?
  Cause some of us arent blind!
  Where is the line, where is the line?
  To be yourself is not a crime
  Where is the line, where is the line?
  Cause some of us arent blind!
  Where is the line, where is the line
  Between your fashion and your mind?
  Where is the line, where is the line?
  Cause some of us arent blind!
  Where is the line, where is the line?
  To be yourself is not a crime
  Where is the line, where is the line?
  Cause some of us arent blind!
  Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
  Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
  Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
  Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
  Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
  Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
  Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
  Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!