Bright Eyes 1st World Blues
Jersey's swerving like a bad friend
Blew through the tollbooth
Never seen him again
East River's chock-full of made men
Concrete shoes, not swimming, not walking
It's on and on, and on and on, it's gone
From Manhattan to East Babylon
You got the talking, walking, white boy blues
You're just a tool that's never gonna get used
No hipsters, no spinsters
Nobody's looking back
All those babies snorting coke
While your older brother's smoking crack
Check my blind side on the Highline
Looking out on the West Side Highway
I seen an old man out the subway
Drop dead like a poor drawn animе
On and on, and on and on, it's gone
From Gowanus to Staten Island
You got the tеxting, sexting, acting, first world blues
You're just a tool that's never gonna get used
I was talking crazy down at Old Navy
I was feeling despondent at Hot Topic
Cutting myself in the bathroom at The Gap
With the red snapback Tucker Carlson hat
Banana Republic, you'll learn to love it
Reaganomics was my favorite subject
Yeah, algebra is great, always made me feel safe
But comparative religions, I could never get an A
Plus
It goes on and on, and on and on, it's gone
From Fairacres to Aksarben
You've got the trust fund, Top Golf, rich kid blues
You're just a tool that's never gonna get used
Goddamn
It's never gonna be
Send my report card in the mail
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