Paroles de Suburban Male

Looking down the barrel of a gun Can't see what you have won Underline putting the emphasis on fun catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of all the traits I try to hide Don't beat yourself up about the future just drink yourself into another stupor We're middle class, white Suburban males Nothing that is said or is spoken Puts the truth in the open No regrets we don't lie about our sheltered lives I didn't realise that it mattered where you came from Take a look at yourself Looking down the barrel of a gun Can't see what you have won Why try to hide when you might just as well have been crucified Why be ashamed when there's nothing that can be done Take a look at yourself