Fuck You World - Rare Americans

Fuck You World - Rare Americans

Альбом
Rare Americans
Год
2018
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
169570

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Fuck You World

Rare Americans

I was an everyday ordinary golden little girl

And our parents sleep in separate beds

Church on Sunday, world, two older sisters, natural smile, and a curious eye

Got started early I got knocked up in junior high

Wasn’t ready, my dad would have disowned me

Wasn’t steady, boy you ran you could have phoned me

Had to hide, I didn’t think I had a choice

Totally bombarded by every inner voice

I was hesitant, reticent, cherry flavoured medicine

Hated on, degraded on, judged, spit, and shaded on

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!

Everyone is looking to everyone else

And nobody’s doin' anything

Fuck you world!

I’m not gonna let you get me!

(get me!)

I’m not gonna let you get me!

I’m not gonna let you get me!

I sit down, relax, and take flight

Notice a guy in front of me, he’s kind of up tight

We land, he cuts me off in the aisle

«What the fuck is your problem, man, would it kill you to smile?»

I’m thinking 'what an asshole', than he says to the steward

«Hi, I need to find my connection, it is tight and I

Need to make it back home, my dad has suddenly died»

Kick myself and tell my son, this is exactly why

Everyone is looking to everyone else

And nobody’s doin' anything

Everyone is looking to everyone else

And nobody’s doin' anything

Fuck you world!

I’m not gonna let you get me!

(get me!)

I’m not gonna let you get me!

I’m not gonna let you get me!

To a man with a hammer, everything looks like a nail

We’re so quick to judge, just step on a tail

Arm chair Q-B's, bad case of «who, me?"s

Bed on our backs, allergic to facts

We got followers, hungry quotes, knifes and ants cuttin' throats

Trollin' around looking for faults

Searching for the wounded, we are bags of salt

Everybody’s got a megaphone, man

Everybody’s got a bunker, her head is in our hands

We just got to dunk her

Fuck you world

I’m not gonna let you get me

Fuck you world!

I’m not gonna let you get me!

(get me!)

I’m not gonna let you get me!

I’m not gonna let you get me!

Fuck you world!

I’m not gonna let you get me!

(get me!)

I’m not gonna let you get me!

I’m not gonna let you get me!

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