Zombie cheerleader slumber party massacre

We dumb smart kids got guts we're buying in without selling out.
And we're great at parties.
Misplaced-aggression chic, or ill-read rebel's grief, we've got our weapons.
We've made a lifetime of wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve.
I'll buy you everything baby, that's the way I show you my dissent.
I spent all my cash on you, got nothing left.
We mock the tags we were at our subculture fairs and we fight from checkout tills.
Hot, well dressed and dumb disposable income with a knack for abstraction.
We've made a lifetime of wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve.
I'll buy you everything babe, that's the way I'll show you my dissent.
I spent all my time with you, and we're singing...
I don't care about the state of the world today.
We'll drown, but damn won't we look good.
I don't care about the fate of youth anyway.
It's for the buying, looks as good as trying.
I don't care about the state of the world today.
I don't care.
'Cause we don't know better.
We live with blinders on.
Our memory nearly gone.
We get new fall-line chills.
Dissent and dollar bills!
What do we see, what do we do?
We've made a lifetime wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve.
I'll buy you everything baby, that's the way I show you my dissent.
I spent my cash on you, got nothing left