Sunlight won't lie to your pale face in spring when it comes
Warm winds will dullen the edge of our razor blade tongues
Make me a child put me back on the sand of that beach
Sailboats and seaweed we’ll sunburn our skin in the sea
But you spend all your time
Acting cool for the kids in the scene
And you spend all your money
Looking cool for the kids in the scene
Cos' these days
It's nothing but Vice magazines
And cocaine
And tapered jeans
Escape from the clubs and the Montreal magazine trends
Sharpen your pitchforks and burn down the internet
Boil all your cellphones in cauldrons of hangover sweat
Stick up the DJ outside of his virgin store set
Cos’ these days
It's nothing but Vice magazines
And cocaine
And DJ's
And tapered jeans
Make me a child put me back on the sand of that beach
Sailboats and seaweed we'll sunburn our skin in the sea
But you spend all your time
Acting cool for the kids in the scene
And you spend all your money
Looking cool for the kids in the scene
Cos' these days
It's nothing but Vice magazines
And cocaine
And DJ's
And polka dots
And tapered jeans
