White Privilege Blues Songtext
von Future of the Left

A white privilege blues
My kingdom
For a heartache
If summer is a test
Then let′s be
Consistent
A white privilege keyrings
Sold factotum
Whatever that means
I meant the minimum, didn't I?
I meant the minimum, didn′t I?
I meant the minimum - didn't I?


A white privilege blues
Submitted
By readers
They only write in now
Because paper
Is so cheap
A white privilege star jumps
They're the kind you do
They′re the kind you do
I meant the minimum, didn′t I?

I meant the minimum, didn't I?
I meant the minimum - didn′t I?

Take off your shirt we will burn you tomorrow
Take off your shirt we will burn you tomorrow
Take off your shirt we will burn you tomorrow
We'll burn you to death in the morning
Clean up that mess it will stay on your record
Clean up that mess it will stay on your record
Clean up that mess it will stay on your record
And cling like a leech to your children
Make up your mind in the time it takes science
Make up your mind in the time it takes science
Make up your mind in the time it takes science
To prove that your will is illusion
Take off your shirt we will burn you tomorrow
Take off your shirt we will burn you tomorrow
Take off your shirt we will burn you tomorrow
We′ll burn you to death in the morning