Words: C. Hutchins
Music: M. Hutchins

Look at you so cool you fools
Oh in-crowd beckon me
I eat too much and drink’s my crutch
This t-shirt wasn’t free

We got no street cred, too well fed
Our clothes don’t smell like shit
We play real fast cause our drummer kicks ass
Cork sniffers if the title fits

You lead – we follow, I must admit
So smug you set the tone
Living on crumbs to orbit the sun
Starving for the hipster throne

We got no street cred, too well fed
Our clothes don’t smell like shit
We play real fast cause our drummer kicks ass
Cork sniffers if the title fits

You don’t like me, its plain to see
Something just don’t smell right
I pay my debts, don’t fuck my friends
You wanna banish me from your sight

So where’s this go?… Oh I know…
It turns out just like this….
The day will come when you’ll be shunned
And I’ll go take a piss…

We got no street cred, too well fed
Our clothes don’t smell like shit
We play real fast cause our drummer kicks ass
Cork sniffers if the title fits
We got no street cred, too well fed
Our clothes don’t smell like shit
We play real fast cause our drummer kicks ass
Cork sniffers if the title fits