"Mediocrity Gets You Pears (The Shaker)" lyrics

"Mediocrity Gets You Pears (The Shaker)"

Foul play! There's a target on the audience
Vampires! We're only in it for the money.
Diluted! We took the movement to the market.
So fuck us! We totally sold out the scene.

Excite me, excite me.
Nothing really excites me.
There's no connection at all.
There's no connection at all.
Excite me, excite me.
Nothing really excites me.
There's no connection at all.
No connection at all.

Co-opted! There's vultures preying on the underground.
It's packaged! It's just fashion and rebellion.
Mainstream! It was better in the basement.
Lynch mob! Tar and feather the pretenders in the streets.

Excite me, excite me.
Nothing really excites me.
There's no connection at all.
There's no connection at all.
Excite me, excite me.
Nothing really excites me.
There's no connection at all.
No connection at all.


Writer(s): Thomas Gabel, Andrew Seward, James Bowman, Warren Oakes
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