James Lyrics
Whiteboy Lyrics
Five nights, no sleep
My minds battered
Stock market free-fall
Dreams shattered
Lost cause, pulled up
A sure winner
Made a few bob, in a new job
As a serial killer
You wanna talk to me, white boy, man
You wanna talk to me, white boy, boy, man
You wanna talk to me, white boy, man
Every night microwaved TV dinners
Mobile phones make her brain shimmer
Don't say the c word she got the all clear
That jokes bad taste and so dog eared
My mum says I look like Yul Brynner
Too old for Hamlet, too young for Lear
Got a shaved head, lost weight, fakir
Got a pierced lip 'cause it's still hip to appear queer
You wanna talk to me, white boy, man
You wanna talk to me, white boy, boy, man
You wanna talk to me, white boy, man
And I'm all mashed up
Mum's droning on and on and on and on
And I'm all mashed up
Mum's droning on and on and on and on
She wants this, she wants that
She wants bling, she wants tat
She wants creams
That can cover the cracks
Wedded bliss, cancer scans
She wants family man
Self-esteem and her old body back
She says
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