Say hooray for the white walls
White, white on white
Make way for the new-school
Arms folded & their hair’s just right
Let’s hear it for sublets
Let’s trade our pearls for swine
We’re pure premium financed
And we get everything we’re due
Alright!
Word is you’re too big to fail
‘Til you trip over yourself
Say hello to your privilege
White male, yeah white on white
We’ve got no common interests
But you try with all your might
Don’t you get testy
Don’t you say “Hey, I know what you mean”
We’re pure premium finance
Yeah we get everything we need
Word is you’re too big to fail
‘Til you trip over yourself
You saw what you wanted
You took what you saw
You got what you needed
You buried us all
All right. That’s right.
Well say hello to your finance
White man, yeah white, white, white
Pure premium, all right it’s…
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