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letra de white middle-class angst - jazzberry ram

white middle-class angst lyrics
please do not try this at home!

[verse 1]
first day university
god, i was feeling quite scholarly
said, 18, leave the family
sick of living suburbanly
look-look up, look-look down!
look-look-look all around
the campus and frown
yes i’m the captive from said young student, lily-white society
my verdict on higher education: guilty
but i know what it is
it’s something quite primitive
people think they’re more vital when they’re tr-tr-tr-tribal
next stage: middle age, then the geriatric cage
thoughts become more right-wing
forget how to laugh, cry, dance, or sing
[chorus]
whitе middle-class angst
it makes me feel so unkind (pack up your family and teepee)
i losе my heart, my soul, and my mind (get on the west side of the mississippi)
and i can’t seem to walk away or peel back my skin like a big banana (can’t turn another page of this history book)
oh and today is the very, very last day (they die)
oh i promise that i’ll let myself feel this way (you die)
oh and today is the very, very last day (i die)
oh i promise that i’ll let myself feel this way (we all die)

[verse 2]
my baby says she needs a darker sun tan
she’s really into those collagen lips, man
she wants darker eyes, darker hair
oh god, i’m pale and bare
she wants darker skin
let’s be-be-be in-in-in!
and i need radical left-wing friends to keep me on the tipping end
of a suicidal guilt that makes me want to k!ll myself
relax, relax, relax, get hip, get down
try once again to truly appreciate that motown sound
relax, relax, relax, breath in, be cool
and play a part-male, middle-class, white fool
i wear freaky leathers, said i wear them sk-intight
billiards, garage bands, go-go dancers
yeah, that’s my sat-rday night
said shave me head and spike me hair
take lsd-lsd to remove another layer of my
greatly confused and perturbed personality
and dream you’re a celebrity! (you’re a celebrity)
[chorus]
white middle-class angst
it makes me feel so unkind (hard to be a fisher of men)
i lose my heart, my soul, and my mind (when the dollar keeps slipping to the yen)
and i can’t seem to walk away or peel back my skin like a big banana (that’s just christian-fiscal reality)
oh and today is the very, very last day (they die)
oh i promise that i’ll let myself feel this way (you die)
oh and today is the very, very last day (i die)
oh i promise that i’ll let myself feel this way (we all die)

[bridge]
wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah, wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah, wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah, wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah, wah-wah
bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-boom-bang-bang
do you wanna see my gun bang?
bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-boom-bang-bang
do you wanna see my gun, man?
i like being part of the moral majority
it gives me a false sense of power and authority
it really does, does it?
i like being part of the moral majority
it gives me a false sense of power and authority
and i like being part of the moral majority
it gives me a false sense of power and authority
and i like being part of the moral majority
it gives me a false sense of power and authority
[chorus]
white middle-class angst
it makes me feel so unkind (young protestant guilt)
i lose my heart, my soul, and my mind (africa’s a patchwork quilt)
and i can’t seem to walk away or peel back my skin like a big banana (can’t turn another page of this history book)
whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
oh and today is the very, very last day (they die)
oh and today is the very, very last day (i die)
oh i promise that i’ll let myself feel this way (we all die)

- jazzberry ram

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