Red Shorts Lyrics

All eyes on me, center of the pit
Feelin' good and feelin' free, let's move this shit
When I'm at the throne of judgement people wearing Diamont Cut shirts will condemn me for all of my sins
Judgemental piece of shit
take your skateboard home and just fucking quit
I'll tear those snake bites right out your lips

All I see is skinny jeans, judging eyes, and tiny gauges
You are all so much cooler than me
My buddy wants to mack on the bitch in the red shorts
He's as hard as a rock right now

Talk about a boner
He keeps on asking me for her number
I've never been attracted to that bitch
Cause I'm not into skinny ass scene chicks

Nobody here even likes music
They're just here to jump some stupid kid for talking shit
This kid's crew and that kid's crew
They just wanna fuck with you
Why don't we turn the music up
And shut the fuck up?

(Stein)
My scene is dead because of you
Aesthetics, and the music too
You sing about things you'll never fucking do
And on top of that disgrace, you bring it to my favorite place
Put holes in the wall, and I'll break your fucking face
Judgemental piece of shit
take your skateboard home and just fucking quit
I'll tear those snake bites right out your lips

Jack Starkey got a black eye
I think he's gonna cry
Like it's the end of the world and he's gonna die!
Oh my god our so cool,
You're smoking Newports
Jack still wants the marry that girl in red shorts

I love this music
I hate these kids

All eyes on me, center of the pit
Feelin' good and feelin' free, let's move this shit
When I'm at the throne of judgement people wearing Diamont Cut shirts will condemn me for all of my sins
Judgemental piece of shit
take your skateboard home and just fucking quit
I'll tear those snake bites right out your lips

All you kids in the crowd
I'll turn your smiles upside-down