Calling out your existential pain
You should have bought com
Now you spend your whole day
My friend, tell me what it's gonna take
You can still do anything you want
When you're free to write the plan
When you're gonna realize
You could be a boy child soldier
I find that you're a sex slave prisoner
All I hear is one white male
It's true that you're a self
Never had your daddy's helpin' hand
And every little thing that's
Was the fruit of invention
Now you think some hellhound's
Facin' to the future with a frown
My friend, tell me what I gotta do
You can still go any way you please
When you're gonna realize
You could be an infant junkie's queen of
A clingin' to a refugee boat
keeps every penny you earn
And all you get to mean each day
are the tricks that you turn
All I hear is one white male
Money to burn, so, so much to learn,