I was in the bar listening to the hipster radio
Boys and girls were singing
Well, frankly I don't know
What the fuck they were singing about
And I said to myself
I guess
These are impressionistic lyrics
Well Frankly I'm not impressed
Because I kind of
I sort of
I kind of hate the ambiguous ones
I kind of
I sort of
I kind of hate the ambiguous ones
Let's go
Well there's a war going on and the cops are beating people in the street
And all you can say is beep beep beep beep beep
Don't you have something that you love enough
that you want to clearly defend
what are you
some kind of
closet anglican
Because
I kind of
I sort of
I kind of hate the ambiguous ones
I kind of
I sort of
I kind of hate the ambiguous ones
I kind of
I sort of
I kind of hate the ambiguous ones
kind of hate the ambiguous ones
kind of hate the ambiguous ones