Come on, ain't I too uptown      To be flanked by pariahs      Every place that I frequent.      Low budget call girls and their sordid clients.      Ew. I'm surrounded by heathens.         This brother just wanna go home      Or everybody else to leave.         Ain't a goddamn one of you       Dipshit American pricks here with morals.      Oh excuse me, convictions      Gs, scenesters, yuppies, guidos.      What should I call you?      Fucking hollow traditions.         This brother just wanna go home      Or everybody else to leave.      You trendies and all of your clones      Are the equivalent of shit to me.      Man, what a lame ass time and place to be alive.      Fuck it.         Have I stooped so low handcuffed in pajamas      In front of Momma.      Have you ever sold coke to a high school acquaintance      At a highway Mcdonalds      And felt like a faithless wretch that the world just swallowed?         This brother just wanna go home      Or everybody else to leave.      These yuppies and all of their blow      Are the equivalent of shit to me.      Make it a car bomb and captain n coke      And I'm gonna need a L.I.T.      This brother just wanna just wanna go home.      Dude, I ain't got the stomach to dance.      Where my car keys?