She walks through the streets sharing parables of wearables with the crowd of the uncoolnThe secret is in the genes, but I never see her smilenMaybe hopeless is the style, but she’s singing all the while “God Save The Scene”nnJust fake it and they’ll never knownWeep for the cooler than thou shownThey follow you anywhere you gonBut they don’t know you like I knew you back homennLiving is so suburban but dying is even worse, it’s so ten years agonJust when you get it right, you know you’ve got it wrongnCause there’s a brand new way to belong, but we’re singing the same old song, “God Save the Scene”nnOne day, sweet perfection descended and she walked across the pond in central parknShe’s chillin’ with Lou Reed, and she listens when you praynMaybe she’s in heaven to stay, but she’s singing to this day “God Save The Scene”