Hardcore and feeling retro   It feels so faux, it feels so hollow   Not better than the first time   but better than the last   We're feeling sentimental   hey, oh, lets go      Mainstream strikes a pose and   Infects the scene   It seems so unclean   Viva mexi-Japa...   to get right back to your ha ha      Words last   like these songs   Lodged in our heads   so long, so long, yeah   So long, so long, so long      Blast off corner new worlds   and say hands off   This is our band   overdrive is slippin'   and so is our grip   We're feeling sentimental   hey, oh, lets go      Save us   We'll come and go like reunion tours stuck in ruins   Islands in the desert we'll sink   But all we have to do is sit and wait   and words last   Like these songs   They're lodged in our heads   so long, so long, yeah   So long, so long, so long