"Yeah, I Don't Know What It's Like to Be Around a Bunch of Hipsters" Lyrics & Tabs by The Arrogant Sons of Bitches
"Yeah, I Don't Know What It's Like to Be Around a Bunch of Hipsters"
guitar chords lyrics
Hey again
i hope you know you ruined my life
the bitterest words are never quite sincere
but i gotta tell you one thing
its all the same to me
its in my blood
and you don't feel the flow
i sat there
absorbing the ever present real world
wondering why people have to change all the time
and about those who shift with the trends
well we both know i know better than
to point the blame at somebody else
but myself
so i'll put these words on the shelf
to point the blame at somebody else
but myself
so i'll put these words on the shelf
with pictures of old friends
i can sit and ask myself what i'm doing wrong
but i'm right this time
these are my convictions, you're tearing down
i won't give up even though its all anyone
in this world thinks we're good for now
he's not with us anymore
i sat there feeling frustrated
the autumn sky was rapidly turning to dusk
and i'm feeling so fucking alone in this world
you won't believe me when i tell you
but everything that i respect is absent in you
so go shut me out and shut up
as this scene rages on
i can't decide what to do with people like you
i can't take it on the chin
cause these are my convictions that you're tearing down
i won't give up even though its all anyone
in this world thinks we're good for now
he's not with us anymore
i'm not changing for the world
there's a time to let it go
when it comes i'll let you know, yeah
i'll take this mental anguish fist thrown at my head
because i'm right this time, yeah (this time)
yeah i'm right this time, oh yeah (this time)
i'm so right this time
these are my convictions that you're tearing down
i won't give up even though its all anyone
in this world thinks we're good for now
she's not with us anymore
i'm not changing for the world
i'm not changing for your world
oh yeah, as we go (go, go, go, go)
fists first into the world
your concrete morals mold life's prison cells
and with fashion as warden
you are prisoners in hell in your world
rot in hell in your world
i'm not changing for the world
