Where Is the Line?

Urban Hipster, the new gangster frontin’ by the club A new wave mannequin packin’ haircuts instead of packin’ guns Magazines from overseas won’t teach you how to feel They trade in their hearts for indie rock charts to tell them what is real [Pre-Chorus] When did they assume putting on a costume Gave them a right to ostracize Out of the woodwork art aficionados? Answer one question… [Chorus] 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 yourself 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 you’re alone, it doesn’t mean a thing [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] x2 Here today, but forgotten tomorrow! x7