Whythefuckareyoutypingthisway
Morning comes as you wake up
And it feels bohemian and free
Glamorous
Modern talks of vintage crap
Music tapes, cameras and shit
Beards and shirts
What do you do?
Are you happy too?
Let's drink tonight
But never fight
DJ today
PR some way
Let's see what you'll become beyond the screen
Arty friends who write some songs
About love while they fight pressing "Like"
Corruption and diseases
Filter screens on plastic scenes
While you jump over the hedge
Laughs and dishes
What do you do?
Are you happy too?
Let's drink tonight
But never fight
DJ today
PR some way
Let's see what you'll become beyond the screen
Alternative's becoming dumb
Digging its grave clicking day by day
Now everyone reviews CDs
The indie press still lives
Through unemployed journalists
A zombie hunting for presales
Share the event and invite your friends
Now everyone does themed nights
Swing, indie-rock and piss
Unemployable nihilists
Why does it have to be so wrong?
How will you go on?
Playing for some likes and bitches
One pat on the back
But talent still lacks
Flowers and ribbons
But you're still an empty cunt
And it feels bohemian and free
Glamorous
Modern talks of vintage crap
Music tapes, cameras and shit
Beards and shirts
What do you do?
Are you happy too?
Let's drink tonight
But never fight
DJ today
PR some way
Let's see what you'll become beyond the screen
Arty friends who write some songs
About love while they fight pressing "Like"
Corruption and diseases
Filter screens on plastic scenes
While you jump over the hedge
Laughs and dishes
What do you do?
Are you happy too?
Let's drink tonight
But never fight
DJ today
PR some way
Let's see what you'll become beyond the screen
Alternative's becoming dumb
Digging its grave clicking day by day
Now everyone reviews CDs
The indie press still lives
Through unemployed journalists
A zombie hunting for presales
Share the event and invite your friends
Now everyone does themed nights
Swing, indie-rock and piss
Unemployable nihilists
Why does it have to be so wrong?
How will you go on?
Playing for some likes and bitches
One pat on the back
But talent still lacks
Flowers and ribbons
But you're still an empty cunt
Credits
Writer(s): Alessandro Delmar
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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