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We'll be the worms in your apple pie
Fake abuse for our bios, blacken our own eyes
The grass isn't greener on the other side
We set it on fire
And we have no reason why
We set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol, not sw*llow x2
We're good for nothing, but being everything that's bad
We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things
I've got my villians necktie and a mouth of hi-fi
So sharp, I'm bleeding from my Judas hole
I'm the Arch Dandy
No-Goodnik and I'm headed for Crashville
I'm most monster with my groan box in the "Meat Show"
We set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol, not sw*llow x2
Good for nothing, but being everything that's bad
We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things
Crashing the ether
We've got the loudest stereotype
Even neophytes deep 6 your pro-life
We don't need to move a single prayer bone
We're so beautful and d*mned
Simply as a "still-life"
Perpetual rebellion, with absolutely no cause
Perpetual rebellion, with absolutely no cause x2
I just want you to remember what you used to be
Somebody that could fking impress me
We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We are the bright young things
We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things
Good for nothing, but being everything that's bad
