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Rare Americans

Fuck You World

 

Fuck You World

(Album: Rare Americans - 2018)


I was an everyday ordinary golden little girl
And her 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 woulda disowned me
Wasn't steady, boy you ran you coulda 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 doing 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 uptight
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, then 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 doing anything
Everyone is looking to everyone else
And nobody's doing 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
Armchair, QB's, bad case of "Who? Me?"s
Bed on our backs, allergic to facts
We got followers, hungry quotes, knives in hands cutting throats
Trolling 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
And we just gotta 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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