Compozitor: Max Amador Michaud, Andrew Charles Weesner
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Wait on me
Before you leave
I have to lace up my platform boots
And put on my makeup
Can't bear to be seen the way that I wake up
Freakishly unemployable
A generation lost to mind control
But god I'm oh so sociable
Freakishly unemployable
I'm smart but unprofessional
I flex these threads on principle
You're out!
Writing cantatas and symphonies
Just cause you feel like you gotta
No clout!
No going back no regrets it's just
Work 'til you foam at the mouth
No sweat!
Take what you want from this world
'Cause it costs tooth and bone just to live it
Make bets!
It's your world you do what you want
And the rest of them just have to live with it
A sodomite
Is all he sees
Well hell I can't repent
I left my bible back at Bookman's
And made a couple cents
I'm sorry I'm not giving Joe Goldberg
I'm sorry I'm not giving Jim Halpert
The way that these idols mock and harass me
Tells me I won't grow up to be happy
I know that things are getting better
The binary grip is lesser and lesser
But if I ate at Cracker Barrel
With makeup on would I feel safe
I highly doubt it and
If I could go my whole life without it
I think I would
And now that we're grown up, my generation
Must deal with the shit show old people gave us
You're out!
Writing cantatas and symphonies
Just cause you feel like you gotta
No clout!
No going back no regrets it's just
Work 'til you foam at the mouth
No sweat!
Take what you want from this world
'Cause it costs tooth and bone just to live it
Make bets!
It's your world you do what you want
And the rest of them just have to live with it
It's a cakewalk pissing off half-cocked broads
Squawking like they're topping this shop talk
It's my lips on your ear and my voice in your head
Don't mix it with your ego instead
It's a cakewalk pissing off half-cocked broads
Squawking like they're topping this shop talk
It's my lips on your ear and my voice in your head
Don't mix it with your ego instead!
Freakishly unemployable
A generation lost to mind control
But god I'm oh so sociable
Freakishly unemployable
I'm smart but unprofessional
I flex these threads on principle
You're out!
Writing cantatas and symphonies
Just cause you feel like you gotta
No clout!
No going back no regrets it's just
Work 'til you foam at the mouth
No sweat!
Take what you want from this world
'Cause it costs tooth and bone just to live it
Make bets!
It's your world you do what you want
And the rest of them just have to live with it