Dirtbag Outworld

[flirtswithdogs]

{imagine groovy Rhodes piano or blues piano}

Come on, Elliott let's kick this fucker down
These yuppie pigs are cramping our style
It's not just about passion, but
what about some simple goddamned respect for one another?
No!
We're not wearing the right things
No!
We're not drinking the cool things
Sick of this hipster bullshit
Overhauling
all this
posturing

An outcast in this outworld
so my shoes don't match
(You) Give so much
just to get so little back
Blood everywhere, screaming until I can't breathe
And a sea of stone faces see a monster and they turn to leave

So I'm a freak of nature to you
Well I'm not even something so bizarre or exciting
So we're not the arrangement you're used to
Go home to tell your computer,
were we the highlight of your day?