White Middle Class Blues Lyrics

Three guys pass me by all in white t shirts
They're in a sixty three super sort and they don't like my looks
I'm in the middle of Brooklyn I can't see no escape'
They say the south is a bummer
But this isn't so great

Ain't life a blast
So low down middle class
From the day you're born you know you'll never kiss ass
White middle class blues

Now I'm sitting down to diner there's so much food on your table
You can throw away your vegetables you can eat till you're not able
And you veins fill with butter and the blood won't flow through them
And your kid ods on goof balls and gives the finger to you