Bad Role Models, Old Idols Exhumed (psst, teenagers, put your clothes back o) lyrics

They were just some aliens passing judgement Sifting through the fallout of our final judgement Found our skeletons with sharpened teeth That was a thing back then If I'm good Or if I'm bored I'm not gonna call you anymore I'll just visit the exhibit you left on the site Of bad role models and poorly carved idols I remember it was never a pleasure to meet you Had to make a fake account just to meet you But I can't stand your posts now, I'm going to delete you Used to be that sweet fear but these days it's just We are friends, be our friends What's my name? What's my gender? Or are we above that? Or are we beneath that? You forget just who you're talking to And you probably looked like an idiot in that hat You probably looked like an idiot in that hat