1st World Blues

Jersey swervin' like a bad friend

Flew through the tollbooth, never see him again

East River's chalked full of made men

Concrete shoes, not swimming, not walking

It's on and on and on and on, it's gone

From Manhattan to East Babylon

You got them talkin', walkin' white boy blues

You're just a tool that's never gonna get used

No hipsters, no spinsters, nobody's looking back

All his babies snortin' coke while your older brother's smokin' crack

Check my blind side on the HighLine

Lookin' out on the West Side Highway

I seen an old man out the subway, drop-dead like a poor drawn anime

On and on and on and on, it's gone

From Gowanus to Staten Island

You got them textin', sextin', actin' first world blues

You're just a tool that's never gonna get used

I was talkin' crazy down at Old Navy

I was feelin' despondent at Hot Topic

Cuttin' myself in the bathroom with the Gap

With the ripped snap back, Tucker Carlson hat

Banana Republic, uh, you'll learn to love it

Reaganomics was my favorite subject

Yeah, algebra was great, always made me feel safe

But comparative religions, I could never get an A-plus

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It goes on and on and on and on, it's gone

From Fair Acres to Iksar Burn

You got them trust fund, top-off rich kid blues

You're just a tool that's never gonna get used

Goddamn, she's never gonna be (ooh)

She sent my report card in the mail

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