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We dumb smart kids got guts; we're buying in without selling out. And we're great at parties. Misplaced-aggression chic, or ill-read rebel's grief, we've got our weapons. We've made a lifetime of wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve. I'll buy you everything baby, that's the way I show you my dissent. I spent all my cash on you, got nothing left. We mock the tags we were at our subculture fairs; and we fight from checkout tills. Hot, well dressed and dumb disposable income with a knack for abstraction. We've made a lifetime of wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve. I'll buy you everything babe, that's the way I'll show you my dissent. I spent all my time with you, and we're singing... I don't care about the state of the world today. We'll drown, but damn won't we look good. I don't care about the fate of youth anyway. It's for the buying, looks as good as trying. I don't care about the state of the world today. I don't care. 'Cause we don't know better. We live with blinders on. Our memory nearly gone. We get new fall-line chills. Dissent and dollar bills! What do we see, what do we do? We've made a lifetime wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve. I'll buy you everything baby, that's the way I show you my dissent. I spent my cash on you, got nothing left Aus Songtexte Mania