| Lyrics: Urban Hipster, the new gangster... frontin' by the club New wave mannequins packin' haircuts, instead of packin' guns Magazines form overseas, won't teach you how to feel They trade in their hearts for indie rock charts to tell them what is real When did they assume... putting on a costume? Gave them a right to... ostracize Out of the woodwork... art aficionados Answer one question... Where is the line? Where is the line? Between your fashion and your mind Where is the line? Where is the line? 'Cause some of us are blind! Where is the line? Where is the line? To be your self is not a crime Where is the Line? Where is the line? 'Cause some of us are blind! She sells street cred with no smile, at the local record store She's acting the role and dressing the part, pretending to be bored The truth about conformity, is it bites without a sting Trends come and go, but when your alone it doesn't mean a thing When did they assume... putting on a costume? Gave them a right to... ostracize Out of the woodwork... art aficionados Answer one question... Where is the line? Where is the line? Between your fashion and your mind Where is the line? Where is the line? 'Cause some of us are blind! Where is the line? Where is the line? To be your self is not a crime Where is the Line? Where is the line? 'Cause some of us are blind! Where is the line? Where is the line? Between your fashion and your mind Where is the line? Where is the line? 'Cause some of us are blind! Where is the ... |
