Trust Fund

That's not what I said, that's not what it means Always ends this way, tapped out party scene (The scene) Changing of the gauze, changing of your mind Crush it in your hand, spoil it on the vine (Divine) Whoa. That's the way it goes. Selling out our souls for you Mine the underground, boy bands in disguise Cover me in studs, new-wave was a lie (Alive) Whoa. That's the way it goes. Putting on a smile Powdering my nose for you (F*ck you) Everyone in black, tattoos all around Patches on your back, trust fund underground Forty at the door, put it in the tank "Gotta get to Fest." Run back to the bank Whoa. That's the way it ends Buttering you up for them? For you? For me