Hey, I was teenage scum beat down, broke, crooked numb/dumb. It is very nice to meet you. And I’m still unemployed and the government’s getting very annoyed, because I’ve got no money to spend. I’ve got nothing. Hey! Hey!
Hey, I’m teenage scum. And they say I won’t find no one to love, but I found you. Hey’ I’m teenage scum. And they say I’m going to grow up to be no one. It’s fucking strange. And I’m drowning in debt, and I haven’t slept in weeks, because I’ve to work to pay the rent. And I’ve got a thousand friends, but they don’t know who I really am, because I met them all on the Internet. But, they’re all I’ve got.
Hey, what-chu doing around here? Don’t mind me I’m just passing through. I was the one staring from across the room. And don’t know who I am? They say I’m up and coming maybe one day I’ll be famous or something. I threw a party last night. And I invited everyone I knew. Even the cops came. They brought the drugs too. My neighbor broke down the door, but he was only trying to get in. I got mad, but he said relax. I’m fucking relaxing. And I get no respect, but what would you expect. I’m just teenage scum. Hey! Hey! I’m beat down, dead broke, lovesick, deadbeat, hate me, I’m no good teenage scum.
from This is Art Pop,
released November 16, 2016
Miles Grossenbacher (synth, drums)
Colbert Forrest (bass)