The DC3 - sh**dancer lyrics

I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a, I'm a, I'm a sh** dancer I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care Ich bin ein auslander and I don't care I'm a, I'm a, I'm a sh** dancer I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care Ask cool people if they think they're cool And they'll say "What me?, you're joking" But like the popular kids at school They're happy to make you feel like a bogan We invent a social network tool And offer channel to the multitude but What do you reckon cool people will do They use it to find a way to exclude We have a primal urge to belong And to shove someone whose shoes are brown I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care Look at these pants they're so last year I'm a sh** dancer I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a, I'm a, I'm a sh** dancer I'm a no chance, not with this hair I'm a, I'm a, I'm a sh** dancer I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care These crusading??? kick in windows barred With razor wire on the rabid patwa As they fire up a fashion fatwa They just conspire to keep you where you are From the treehouse secret keeping To St Peter and the gates of Heaven To the big noter at you office meeting Who uses acronyms as a weapon I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care Ich bin ein auslander and I don't care I'm a, I'm a, I'm a sh** dancer I'm a sh** dancer and I don't care I asked to see makers They asked Tyler the creator By any definition a perfect fit They're all playing chasey and no-one wants to be it They dismissed me with disdain Like some kind of tourist in Flinders Lane It's such a dirty job that no-one wants to do it Well I might as well put my hand up to it I'm cool, Look at me I'm cool No hair, Double chin, Jeans by Rivers, Wasn't there at Arcade Fire's first gig Don't drink absinthe I'm cool And now that I'm cool I'm going to that bar that no-one has heard of And that restaurant which doesn't take bookings And that club which has no sign on the door And that clothes store where everyone looks like Quentin Crisp And all the other places where people don't talk to me and say If you're not cool what are you doing here And when they leave I'll be all by myself Like Will Smith in I Am Legend Man, by using such a gauche mainstream filmic reference I just proved it, I'm cool I am the ultimate in exclusivity Review that Pitchfork