This is a song about "Christchurch hipster"

Grab the mic, most think i'm hipster, but i'm bitter

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Than the realest hipster, and i'm a realist who knows i'll never be an a-lister.

I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money