White Man’s Burden

Another year, same winter of discontent

Another song, my lungs are almost spent

Should I really worry about it?

White man’s burden, lame desires

When on basements we talked about urban fears

I lived on a mountain and it bored me to tears

Should I really worry about it?

In the morning a new band’s forming

The streets they yawn with me

Our modern slavery begins, ain’t that mean?

The hobo sings to me

“the agony of living won’t bring me down”;

Should I really worry about it?

In the morning a new band’s forming

Have you ever heard the grass is always greener on the other side?

Now step inside this hole and hide

It’s becoming clear the western world revolves ‘round prejudice and pride

So let’s shake things up or wave goodbye