Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Unspectacular Whiteboy Slave Song, artist - Passage. Date of issue: 24.05.2004
Song language: English
The Unspectacular Whiteboy Slave Song |
| Sure, the u-boat pirate in the nuclear suit’s cool |
| But the photograph in my chest’s exposed |
| So let him come over and have a look at my chart |
| Put a tube in me and turn the bed down |
| I’m not getting the blues, I’ve got the spots andI’ll believe it |
| When I see it on the beach with politics and superstition |
| Boiling over on me, from the pot of cherry bombs and scuba divers |
| In the sun at the equator or in a small hotel room with a hundred humidifiers |
| The truth about radiation is: |
| Just imagine how the bomb feels, Remember your mom |
| When you’re as unspectacular as the white boy slave song |
| White Boys |
| Ain’t got no slave song |
| So we invented |
| Radiation |
| Who other than us wonder bread shit heads |
| Would go out and build an H-bomb |
| When you put it in the ocean, we took care of the prescriptions |
| Your yearbook, bookshelf, and old radio |
| Stubs of pencils from 1990 |
| The screw in your right arm |
| Your blood and your bottles |
| Your credit card collection and your out of court settlement |
| Medallionds and trinkets |
| Your day of the dead banquet table |
| And all these last pieces of yard sale |
| I’m lost in Boston with a head full of xanax |
| While they’re in the living room |
| Watching your TV |