Lyrics

This what a white man got Bad legacy, big fat watch Blue jeans and a football team Dead culture, imperial dreams Nothing to break but bread There's no style, no money left Use the minutiae to go unseen You see, some men don't read She's a boy, call me sire This is war, this is fire No, that's a lie, this is more like violence World, you gave me life and now you're silent I'm not the enemy You're already dead to me Wish you were somebody else White wishy-washy world I'm not the enemy You're already dead to me Wish you were somebody else White wishy-washy world Can I buy a ring with a skull? Yes sir, just no diamonds or pearls Curves or colours, or it might seem You've been playing a different team Um okay, what the hell? Did I not introduce myself? Take your bias and your preconception We the same race, but it ain't a reflection She's a boy, call me sire This is war, this is fire No, that's a lie, this is more like violence World, you gave me life and now you're silent I'm not the enemy You're already dead to me Wish you were somebody else White wishy-washy world I'm not the enemy You're already dead to me Wish you were somebody else White wishy-washy world (I'm not the enemy, enemy) I'm not the enemy (I'm not the enemy) You're already dead to me (you're already dead to me) Wish you were somebody else White wishy-washy world I'm not the enemy You're already dead to me (you're already dead to me) Wish you were somebody else White wishy-washy world
Writer(s): Richard Swift, Ashley Carvell, Frank Colucci Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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