White Bread
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They kick and they fight Over a parking space on Saturday night Put on their village face I believe it's alright To kick their ass out of town Born and bred white poverty's so cool Your parents who live on Madison Avenue While some of us just suffer to live It's me my beeper my car my brand name It's me I'm a fashion punk with all the accessories Talk and they talk about the struggle and the price they pay take up my space what a waste of humanity You follow the trend you're a bolt on the treadmill you're giving them what they want they'll have control of you next year
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Chorus: Born and bred white Why don't you go away
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Government soldiers occupy every corner of the street you run for cover to hide from what's killing me Keep on talking, talk to me please Wake me up I've fallen asleep
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