I knew you were trouble when you walked into the room
Wearing a t-shirt that said "I'm trouble"
Inside your bubble everything's its own double
I invented the pink drink
I invented roller-girl drugs
I invented the windmill
I invented no earplugs
I invented your guitar sound
I invented the Velvet Underground
I invented my generation and every subsequent iteration
I invented the sayings "as if" and "you wish"
I invented bad haircuts from Jackie at Max Fish
I know you want to go
Another revolution
Problematic system or systematic problem
The outrage economy is intellectual pabulum
There's an irony deficit and basically you're full of it
Walter Benjamin's here to puke on your culture
While you're reading Vulture and hash-tagging to the choir
I'll set fire to your organic sexism and sustainable racism
Your free will's an algorithm
You're capitalism's bastards
You're the last gasp, the crap's crap
The lining of the cat's hat reads "Good-bye to all that"
I know you want to go
Another revolution
(But still in the distance I see the glimmer
Tomorrow's dawning, a teen age is coming
My cynical, cynical eyes, as clean as a mirror
The future couldn't be any clearer)
Clear as an unmuddied lake
As a sky of deepest azure
As a fucking bell
I invented Neutral Milk Hotel and I still don't know why
I invented the way you hold your head when you cry
I invented your anger and the way you manifest it
I invented being cruel and now everyone's infested
I invented pain but it drove you insane
I invented motherfuckers who like to talk about Coltrane
But you can't play in my club, you're a skunk, you're a scrub
You're a dying swan with no cred and no shred of dignity
Go fuck yourself with an oak tree