whoa america lyrics – damir

i can’t get a job you see
is there something wrong with me?
who said life is fair
i don’t wanna be on welfare
i’m contemplating live or die
push or pull do or die
knock knock trick or treat
dirty deeds and thunder cheap
i wanna make money now
minimum wage wow
i could do something illegal
i could work under the table
i got student loans you see
i’m 40 years old i be
i could join the army military
navy cub scouts brain wash me
i saw the new stamp you created
with the native dream catcher you painted
you’re just an entrepreneur too
i’m making big money now
minimum wage wow
i could climb the corporate ladder
and embezzle every dollar
i still walk the streets eh
cause i wear a suit and tie yeah
you give me so much love
cause i wear stars and stripes
so i could sit still and think
about my four years time
not in jail you see
it was university
to get a piece of paper for me
so you could brainwash me
i like america beer that rocks
you buy the next round of shots

1st edition american slang
f## the world
do your own thing

then goes the bang

i’m not a beggar i got my pride
i’m a go getter i’m gonna get what’s mine
you got me thinking what’s the matter
i learnt a lot and now my brain is a scatter
i cants stop now my school just robber me
mother#### did it in front of me
wasted years the time i spent
studying those books that didn? t help
i took notes and read the abstracts
its my turn my turn to back stab
the wall is back its time to a wall
the truth is now and not on paper
i read about poverty sh*t
it was about me f## d*mn
read in-between the lines
school is just a bullsh*t con
my brain is full of words unwanted
i p*ssed the cl*sses still no jobess
when in doubt choose f the answer
cause f## all is what you get
call me a trader so why don? t you oust me
put it in the books that i hung me
took pills and i shot me
o.d. (overdosed) on knowledge, now that? s more like me
student turned bad now im a killer
friends of satan and of hitler
flip the page and see my picture
t*tle reads im d.o.a. (dead on arrival)
get a ghostwriter rip out the chapter
reprint the book and burn the master
words are weapons i gotta say
hate the kid who knows your way

my edition american slang
f## the world
do your own thing
then goes the bang

/ damir lyrics