The International Tweexcore Underground - Remastered

I bet you 20 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
Can 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 anymore
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're 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
Can save us all

Ooh, this city is run by fucking pigs
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
The International Tweexcore Underground
Will save us all