White Bread

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



Born and bred white Why don't you go away



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



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



Born and bred white Why don't you go away