Lyrics

Everyone's singing the white boy blues Haven't they heard the news? You can't get away with that attitude until you've paid your dues You're writing us checks on an empty account We know what you're all about All of the style with none of the substance It's all smoke and mirrors It's my favorite shade It's a black and white Your fascination with telescopes won't let you see the light Telescopes won't let you see the light Telescopes won't let you see the light Playing in basements and playing in clubs Playing wherever you can Touring the States eight hours a day In a shitty, fucked up, rental van Feeling like crap and eating shit Living on next to nothing Go back home to your shitty job I don't feel that I owe you anything You can't turn around It's too late for that now Don't expect to see your friends waiting on the ground Don't expect to see them on the ground Friends are only friends when you're around