He's a kid incineratornShe's the darling of the ghettonWhere the indie rock kids carve stone mementosnYou're at best a grafittonI'm a bad operatornOne part loser and ten parts haternnI'm a part of the mass, mass consciousnessnborn to tie up my art in tourniquetsnI'm a part of the mass, mass consciousnessnborn to live out my life in sobriquiet nA kid incineratornnNobody loves fashionnAs much as they are toldnRaise your hand if you're tired of being boughtnand soldnYou're at best a grafittonI'm a bad operatornOne part loser and ten parts haternnI'm a part of the mass, mass consciousnessnborn to tie up my art in tourniquetsnI'm a part of the mass, mass consciousnessnborn to live out my life in sobriquietnA kid incinerator nHe's a kid incinerator