Ur ban Hip ster, the new gang ster... fron tin' by the club
A new wave man ne quins pa ckin'
hair cuts, ins tead of pa ckin' guns
Ma ga zines form o vers eas, won't teach you how to feel
They trade in their hearts for in die rock
charts to tell them what is real
put ting on a co stume?
os tra cize
art a fi cio na dos
An swer one que stion...
Where is the line? Where is the line?
Bet ween your fa shion and your mind
Where is the line? Where is the line?
'Cause some of us aren't 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 aren't blind!
She sells street cred with no smile,
at the lo cal re cord store
She's ac ting the role and dres sing the
part, pre ten ding to be bored
The truth a bout con for mi ty, is it bites with out a sting
Trends come and go, but when your
a lone it does n't mean a thing
put ting on a co stume?
os tra cize
art a fi cio na dos
An swer one que stion...
Where is the line? Where is the line?
Bet ween your fa shion and your mind
Where is the line? Where is the line?
'Cause some of us aren't 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 aren't blind!
Where is the line? Where is the line?
Bet ween your fa shion and your mind
Where is the line? Where is the line?
'Cause some of us aren't 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 aren't blind!
Here to day, but for got ten to mor row!
Here to day, but for got ten to mor row!
Here to day, but for got ten to mor row!
Here to day, but for got ten to mor row!
Here to day, but for got ten to mor row!
Here to day, but for got ten to mor row!
Here to day, but for got ten to mor row!
Here to day, but for got ten to mor row!
