Letra de Bourgeois Shangri-La

Vacation and barbecue Small talking and nothing to do You keep it locked in a shopping cart A bourgeois shangri-La Got a feeling that I don't belong Got a feeling that I shouldn't be here Can't stand another single day I gotta get away Ohhh…. Talking shit about the neighbor's wife But when she comes you put on a big smile Like to throw up in a Gucci bag She's coming here to brag Got a feeling that I don't belong Got a feeling that I shouldn't be here Can't stand another single day Gotta get away Ohhh…. A house and a boat and a great shiny car Things just to prove you'll go far Soda streamer, widescreen TV, cute little dog Perfect in your shallow bourgeois (Shangri-La.....) Got a feeling that I don't belong I got a feeling that I shouldn't be here Can't stand another single day I gotta get away Ohhh…. Ohhh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah….. I, I, I gotta get away…. Gotta get away…. I gotta I gotta I get away…. Oooo oooo oooo….. Mmmm mmm mmm….. Yeah yeah yeah…. La la la…. Away way way….. Ahhh…. La la la…. Ahhh…. Gotta get away.