Tim Barry Fine Food Market Intro: F C F C F C G F C F C The Lottery line at Fine Foods is three blocks long F C G and Hussein"s selling PBR to Hispsters with ironic mustaches F C F C who most definitely once were punk, but now wear flannel G and scream over bar chords on acoustic guitars F C F C the parks full of scum fucks oggles and train kid F C G busking and flying signs for sparks and beast ice F C F C but not food for their dog,not laundrys to clean their clothes F C G they don't even shower but that's how it go's F G C F and I don't care much either way,cause when their my age they'll all own SAABS F C F C vacation homes with pending divorce, memberships at the golf course G C G C but I do not ,no I do not F C F C You see i was born in a traffic jam, a cul-de-sac all american F C G with taperd jeans and leather jackets and nike hightops F C F C a hair farmer from the suburbs, a drunk speed metal drummer F C G now how the hell did i end up a realtree camo and carharts F C F C it's safe to say that I lost grip,oh look there goes another Hipster kid F C G in neon on a track bike paying a school to learn art F C F F C a buy green vegetarian,a fashion Icon charlatan,at the bar buying rounds G on his mothers credit card F G C F and i don't care much either way.cause when their my age they'll all own SAABS F C F C vacation homes with pending divorce,memberships at the golf course G C G C but i do not hell no ,no i do not