Posh Attitude
We slide to the bottom, claw to the top
We weed through the reckless, the cream of the crop
What are you sayin? What are you sayin?
Take off you glasses, look me in the eye
Tell me what you see, do I seem alive?
What are you sayin? What are you sayin?
I can’t stay here no more, I can’t play for the score
I said
Fuck your posh attitude, fuck your books
Fuck your school, fuck your strength
But I still love you
Fuck your posh attitude, fuck your books
Fuck your school, fuck your friends
But I still love you
The strange revelation, the troublesome past
The same situation, how long can it last
What am I sayin’? What am I sayin’?
A drought for the thirsty, a plot in the earth
Your lips are so dirty, your mouth is a curse
What am I sayin’? What am I sayin’?
I can’t stay here no more, I can’t play for the score
I said
Fuck your posh attitude, fuck your books
Fuck your school, fuck your friends
But I still love you
Fuck your posh attitude, fuck your books
Fuck your school, fuck your friends
But I still love you
