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