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Artist: Rare Americans
Canonical path: /rare-americans/fuck-you-world
Related lyric paths: 6
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Fuck You World
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Fuck You World
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I was an everyday ordinary golden little girl
And our parents sleep in separate beds
Church on Sunday, world
Two older sisters, natural smile, and a curious eye
Got started early I got knocked up in junior high
Wasn't ready, my dad would have disowned me
Wasn't steady, boy you ran you could have phoned me
Had to hide, I didn't think I had a choice
Totally bombarded by every inner voice
I was hesitant, reticent, cherry flavored medicine
Hated on, degraded on, judged, spit, and shaded on
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!
Everyone is looking to everyone else
And nobody's doin' anything
Fuck you world!
I'm not gonna let you get me! (get me!)
I'm not gonna let you get me!
I'm not gonna let you get me!
I sit down, relax, and take flight
Notice a guy in front of me, he's kind of up tight
We land, he cuts me off in the aisle
What the fuck is your problem, man, would it kill you to smile?
I'm thinking 'what an asshole', than he says to the steward
Hi, I need to find my connection, it is tight and I
Need to make it back home, my dad has suddenly died
I kick myself and tell my son, this is exactly why
Everyone is looking to everyone else
And nobody's doin' anything
Everyone is looking to everyone else
And nobody's doin' anything
Fuck you world!
I'm not gonna let you get me! (get me!)
I'm not gonna let you get me!
I'm not gonna let you get me!
To a man with a hammer, everything looks like a nail
We're so quick to judge, just step on a tail
Arm chair Q-B's, bad case of who, me?
Bed on our backs, allergic to facts
We got followers, hungry quotes, knifes and ants cuttin' throats
Trollin' around looking for faults
Searching for the wounded, we are bags of salt
Everybody's got a megaphone, man
Everybody's got a bunker, her head is in our hands
We just got to dunk her
Fuck you world
I'm not gonna let you get me
Fuck you world!
I'm not gonna let you get me! (get me!)
I'm not gonna let you get me!
I'm not gonna let you get me!
Fuck you world!
I'm not gonna let you get me! (get me!)
I'm not gonna let you get me!
I'm not gonna let you get me!
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