The hecklers tip-top flit unfulfilled And with your blessing they always will Suckers that milk a scene to thrive, blather underwhelming tripe at the uptown flies Saucy dilettante, eat a load of grace- lest you be the bearer of a crow fed face Saucy dilettante, eat a load of grace- lest you be the bearer of a crow fed face Be advised, what the pop song giveth- the pop song taketh away Be advised, when the old guard quibble- the upstarts forge the new jive Be advised, when the marketeer slobbers, the has-beens bet on a taste Do I detect a longing for street cred? It's the passable zeal of forced elation It's the breath of a nature built by guilt It's the comfort we find in resignation It's the death of applause that stills the thrill Be advised, what the pop song giveth- the pop song taketh away Be advised, when the old guard quibble- the upstarts forge the new jive Be advised, when the marketeer slobbers, the has-beens bet on a taste Do I detect a longing for street cred?