The International Tweexcore Underground

I bet you twenty pounds if you knew ten years ago

How pretty you'd turn out then

You'd never have gotten your ears pierced

But I never got my ears pierced and look how I turned out

And the last time that you tried listening to music

And reading fiction at the same time

You never finished the chapter but you finished

The song with your chin on your knees, like you belong

And I never cared about Henry Rollins

Amelia Fletcher never meant anything to me

But the International Tweexcore Underground

Will save us all

Getting the laptop fixed by a professional

Doesn't make me a pawn and stamping harder

On your FX pedal, won't make you feel any better any more

Oh, you said we've gotta bite the hand that feeds

But I was sucking seductively on the fingertips of a civil servant

Said, how you gonna bring the state down

When you're propping it up?

With daytime radio

And skimmed milk and soppy bows

Just 'cause you're scared to be alone

And I never cared about Ian MacKaye

Calvin Johnson never meant anything to me

But the International Tweexcore Underground

Will save us all

Ooh, this city is run by fucking pigs

And though you say you're my friend

You're not, you're one of them

And I never cared about whatever

Sarah Records never meant anything to me

But the International Tweexcore Underground

Will save us all