Urban White Boy Blues

You feel so sick

And you’re all the time so fucking wasted

There is no foul waste you haven’t tasted

…that’s right!

Dances are now danced

Songs are now sung

Raise your head from the gutter

Stutter out the words with me

They’re rolling on my tongue

Drive the salt into my wounds!

Whip me the dying horse!

Drive the salt into my wounds!

Kill urban white boy blues!

You hover somewhere over the rainbow

And you feel you’re something

Welcome back to earth, yeah!

Here we’re less than nothing

…that’s right!

Dances are now danced

Songs are now sung

Raise your head from the gutter

Stutter out the words with me

They’re rolling on my tongue

Drive the salt into my wounds!

Whip me the dying horse!

Drive the salt into my wounds!

Kill urban white boy blues!