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
Don't beat yourself up about the future
Just drink yourself into another stupor
We're middle class white suburban males
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
They didn't realize that it mattered where you came from
Take a look at yourself
Don't beat yourself up about the future
Just drink yourself into another stupor
Don't beat yourself up about the future
Just drink yourself into another stupor
We're middle class white suburban males
We're middle class white suburban males
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
Don't beat yourself up about the future
Just drink yourself into another stupor
Don't beat yourself up about the future
Just drink yourself into another stupor
We're middle class white suburban males
We're middle class white suburban males
We're middle class white suburban males
We're middle class white suburban males
Artist: Crystal Lewis
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