Urban Hipster, the new gangster… frontin’ by the club    New wave mannequins packin’ haircuts, instead of packin’ guns    Magazines form overseas, won’t teach you how to feel    They trade in their hearts for indie rock charts to tell them what is real       When did they assume… putting on a costume?    Gave them a right to… ostracize    Out of the woodwork… art aficionados    Answer one question…       Where is the line? Where is the line?    Between your fashion and your mind    Where is the line? Where is the line?    ‘Cause some of us aren’t blind!    Where is the line? Where is the line?    To be your self is not a crime    Where is the Line? Where is the line?    ‘Cause some of us aren’t blind!    She sells street cred with no smile, at the local record store    She’s acting the role and dressing the part, pretending to be bored    The truth about conformity, is it bites without a sting    Trends come and go, but when your alone it doesn’t mean a thing       When did they assume… putting on a costume?    Gave them a right to… ostracize    Out of the woodwork… art aficionados    Answer one question…       Where is the line? Where is the line?    Between your fashion and your mind    Where is the line? Where is the line?    ‘Cause some of us aren’t blind!    Where is the line? Where is the line?    To be your self is not a crime    Where is the Line? Where is the line?    ‘Cause some of us aren’t blind!       Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!    Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!    Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!