First Class Bum Songtext
von Ethan Barr

Slither the streets of an empty town on an
Unseasonably warm Christmas Eve
Check the funds in your bank account
Will you ever own property?
"The worst is yet to come," they say

All your coupled-up friends are moving, a
Studio apartment was so damn stupid
Are you really happy alone?
Pinched a nerve ′cause you were stationary
The entirety of March and February
You're a first-class bum


Driving solo on the Verrazano
To escape to the cul-de-sac
Blew your paycheck on Vapiano
She never even texted back
"I′m having so much fun," you say

All your coupled-up friends are moving, a
Studio apartment was so fucking stupid
Are you really happy alone?
Pinched a nerve 'cause you were stationary
The entirety of March and February
You're a first-class bum

Why you keep on complaining at every little crossroads?
You′re allowed to have fun, but
You′re a first-class bum
You're a first-class bum
You′re a first-class bum
You're a first-class bum