Born in '72 Songtext
von Travis Morrison

But the thing I want to know
Is how is having a free way
Going to help our commutation box
You know it would (I don′t know)
Oh yeah, alright, yeah
Oh yeah, I think about the city

Born in '72 (how we did this with the plan)
Safe from smallpox, polio too
My dad got blinded by mumps at five
And my grandma barely made it alive past ten
And I was born with many a friend
My man from way back called me again
And he said it′s hard to meet folks in school
And he knows it really sounds uncool

But hey, what could I say?
Oh hey, now what could I do?
When there ain't no way I could ever have a clue, oh
Oh
(Times in the caulator)


Born Caucasian it's true
I′m white and it′s a good thing too
'Cause I don′t get pulled over by the cops
And if ever then it's one that stops, not three
And I′m bored as well as can be
But I'm still more important than she
My friend got passed over for a raise
And she said she thought she′d sue for days

But hey, now what could I say?
Oh hey, oh what could I do?
When I'm always paid more even if less skilled

Can't ask for morme so why unfulfill?
You break apart everything you build
You had it right here, you still do
Through and through
Now don′t look at me, I′m a thankful man
But I still don't do all the things I can
Some call it guilt, I say fear
Both are queer, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen on the drums, Jason mcgurr


Born in ′72
A mom who loved me, a dad I knew
They lived their lives for their sis and I
And they told us that if we could try we could
And I'm born to everything good
For reasons still not understood
You wonder how the price will get paid
And you end up living life afraid

Oh yeah, yeah
Alright
Yeah
Woo, I′ll fucking kill you