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Big D and the Kids Table - LAX lyrics
hey, elitists from L.A.: Los Angeles, CA you know who you are. you drive in fancy cars. your allowance exceeds my rent. listen to what i have to say, remind yourselves every day. 'cos theres a message on the way well first of all, fuck your fucking attitudes. how can you be so fucking rude. you fucking look at me like when girls are jealous. and fuck your fucking L.A. bars, you're all a bunch of wannabe superstars. yea, fuck your fucking act, you're a bunch of dressed up fucking rats. you get anything you want, mommy's dressed up fucking runt. you're fucking lounging in daddy's fucking mansion. and all your fucking stupid names, blair and tatus that's fucking lame. z.a.c. does not spell zack, what the fuck is with all that? you think you're so fucking impressive, if you get your name on a fucking guest list, raise your nose to the people in line, give the doorman a fucking high five. and then go: do my shoes match my shirt? does the shirt clash with my pants? do my pants match my eyes? do my eyes look good tonight? will this place be cool enough? your hair looks oh so tough. this looks so good for us. tonight my moneys gunna buy me love. and fuck all of your deceiving what your fake heart fake fucking bleeding. and all the girls you lay on your mat, are the same girls you fucking laugh at. and fuck your fucking fake ass world, and all your handed out fucking thrills. some of us we have to work hard, just to get our little part. and maybe your clan is out in boston, but my friends are fucking awesome. and we'll keep on doing our best, even though our lives are a mess. and we go: will this check support this tour? will this tour lose my job? without my job, where's the rent? should we all just call it quits? a dinner date sure costs a lot. when 28 bucks is all you got. and your life is at a stop. and all your dreams are all self-taught. this is the difference between our lives. no wonder tonight you feel alright. and i'm sorry if my mind is occupied, i'm trying to forget to wonder why. we're built up from nothing. i'm trying to forget to wonder why. |
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