And I had a vision:   It was Craig Finn in a car collision   It was southern California schisms in the Michigan prisons      It was pyramid schemes and it was new religions   It was bar sharks, it was street rats   It was alley cats and they were feasting on the city pigeons      It was the south-west corner   Where Milwaukee hits division that I had a vision   It was perspiration   It was fever dreams and it was wild delusions      It was hallucinations   It was virgin visits, conversion experiences   It was close to the connection   Where the market hits the mission   I was sitting in the back of the taqueria watching television      It was the suspended animation of fear   Mixed with beer, mixed with indecision   It was factories and their emissions   It was dumb kids in their hard-rock hip-hop bands   Trying to share with me their wisdom      Night pants are my least favourite fashion   You feel like you're slumming   You look like you're swimming   You think you're dancing   You look like you're drowning      And I had a vision:   It was Craig Finn in a car collision      I had a revelation:   It was Craig Finn getting sick at your Christmas celebration      And it was drugs that made your party   Seem like a party that was created in climation   It was drugs that didn't seem to have purpose   Except for maybe recreation      It was the statues in the park,   Screaming in the dark   Taunting all the teens, saying:   "We need some desecration"      It's how you and me   And me and you   And you and me   And me and you   And you and me   And me and you and all our friends   Are under observation      They got the cameras    With infra-red vision   They got the radiation   To remedy the gunshots   They've got cops and they've got soldiers   Stationed round the nation      I've got a heart set on salvation   I'm gonna give a demonstration      And I had a revelation   It was Craig Finn getting sick   At your Christmas celebration         And I had a fever dream   It was Craig Finn getting caught up   In the downside of the hardcore scene      It was tongue studs   It was gun runs   It was St. Paul bars   And St. Cloud speed      It was the denim   And all the scratched up skin   It was the bars, and the scars   It was the sunflower seeds      It was shady strangers   Coming crawling from the wreckage   Screaming, "I got what you need!   I got what you need!"      It was the shady, shady strangers   Coming crawling from the wreckage   Screaming, "I got what you need!   You got 40 bucks for me!"      I said, "Say can you see   By the dawn's early light   The kids coming up from the underground?   I think everything's gonna be alright"      I said, "Say can you see   By the dawn's early light   The kids rising up from the underground?   I think everything's gonna be alright"      And I had a fever dream   It was Craig Finn getting caught up   In the dark side of the hardcore scene      And I had a fever dream   St. Paul bars,    St. Cloud speed      And I had a fever dream   It was the scars, the bars   It was the sunflower seeds      And I had a fever dream   It was Craig Finn getting caught up   In the downside of the hardcore scene      I came to in the nude    In the cage in the zoo   Blood dripping from my mouth   Like I was some kind of Dracula      Wrapped in tattered taffeta   This is MIT America   This is MIT America   Wrapped in tattered taffeta      And we are in Minneapolis   Passed out in a party dress   Passed out in a party dress   Well hello, Miss Minneapolis      And all these hipster kids   Will lead you straight into the emptiness   And all these hipster kids   Are marching straight towards all the emptiness      I woke up in stadium seating    With a message on the movie screen that said,    "Hey Craig Finn, don't let your dreams    Go down with your scene"      I woke up in stadium seats    With a message on the movie screen that said,    "Hey Craig Finn, don't let your dreams    Go down with your scene"      The rail drinks have their mixers   The finalists have pixels   These hipster chicks would serve no purpose   If not for hipster pictures      Stylists and models    And lightings and sightings   And scar mats   Never enough cash      Songs about songs   Films about films   Photographs of photographs      I'm gonna tell you from experience   These hipster kids   Will lead you straight into that emptiness      Listen up, late night girls    And late night boys   These late night lifestyles   Lead to a late twenties melted void      I'm gonna tell you from experience   These hipster kids   Are gonna lead you straight into the emptiness