Lyrics
And so I languish in gentrification, such an anguish has befallen me.
I sought to understand the trepidation of the commoner's pathology.
I thought experience of filthiness would so contribute to this fantasy,
But now I know there's more to life than gaining cred through voluntary poverty.
It's so easy to pretend that you are poor, despite the trust fund.
I though my lousy job and ugly girlfriend would endear me to the public eye.
My privileged peers would not see me as just another stupid, rich, Caucasian guy.
But now I see the bourgeoisie have it easy so just give me that glorious shirt and tie
Because two weeks of slum tourism caused a schism in my mind that makes me want to die.
It's so easy to forget the things you love all cost a lot of money.
My favourite movie used to be 'City of God.'
It caused me to abdicate my 80 gig iPod.
I don't need possessions over which my parents laud.
I just need the common sense I thought I'd get from indigence
So let me say in my defense, I thought I'd hear an audience applaud.
(Just like they did for that black kid in the film.)
So let me suckle at that corporate teat 'til I defeat my inner nothingness.
I realize my life's defined by nothing more than good old-fashioned avarice.
Now I will breed more willful greed until the seed of moral need is black and cancerous.
And if you doubt my accusations 'bout my selling out then maybe you should answer this.
If money is the root of all evil, why even seek employment?
