Текст песни: White Middle Class Blues + перевод

Three guys pass me by all in white t shirts

They’re in a sixty three super sort and they don’t like my looks

I’m in the middle of Brooklyn I can’t see no escape'

They say the south is a bummer

But this isn’t so great

Ain’t life a blast

So low down middle class

From the day you’re born you know you’ll never kiss ass

White middle class blues

Now I’m sitting down to diner there’s so much food on your table

You can throw away your vegetables you can eat till you’re not able

And you veins fill with butter and the blood won’t flow through them

And your kid ods on goof balls and gives the finger to you

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