S.f.h. Theme Lyrics

It’s been so long
Since we were young
Our bodies whither & fail
Our loneliness is sung

Start f*cking Hipsters
Start f*cking trees
Start f*cking the extra mile
Tortured death is the new dis-ease

The aftermath
The rotting lungs
The cancer grows
To blot out the sun

Start f*cking Hipsters
Start f*cking trees
Start f*cking the extra mile
Tortured death is the new dis-ease

When your cells are dividing
There’s no use in hiding
Bacteria’s inside us Along with tinnitus
All the bombs were exploding
There’s no use in holding
The pages of bibles
& other such trifles

When your cells are dividing
There’s no use in hiding
Bacteria’s inside us
Along with tinnitus
All the bombs were exploding
There’s no use in holding
The pages of bibles
& other such trifles

Star Hipsters die alone
Star Hipsters die alone
Star Hipsters die alone
Star Hipsters die alone

Alone

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