Looking down the barrel of a gun
Can't see what you have won
Underline putting the emphasis on fun
catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye
of all the traits I try to hide
Don't beat yourself up about the future
just drink yourself into another stupor
We're middle class, white
Suburban males
Nothing that is said or is spoken
Puts the truth in the open
No regrets we don't lie about our sheltered lives
I didn't realise that it mattered
where you came from
Take a look at yourself
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Can't see what you have won
Why try to hide when you might
just as well have been crucified
Why be ashamed when there's nothing that can be done
Take a look at yourself
Frenzal Rhomb - Suburban Male Lyrics
Frenzal Rhomb - Suburban Male Lyrics
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Looking down the barrel of a gun
Can't see what you have won
Underline putting the emphasis on fun
catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye
of all the traits I try to hide
Don't beat yourself up about the future
just drink yourself into another stupor
We're middle class, white
Suburban males
Nothing that is said or is spoken
Puts the truth in the open
No regrets we don't lie about our sheltered lives
I didn't realise that it mattered
where you came from
Take a look at yourself
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Can't see what you have won
Why try to hide when you might
just as well have been crucified
Why be ashamed when there's nothing that can be done
Take a look at yourself
Can't see what you have won
Underline putting the emphasis on fun
catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye
of all the traits I try to hide
Don't beat yourself up about the future
just drink yourself into another stupor
We're middle class, white
Suburban males
Nothing that is said or is spoken
Puts the truth in the open
No regrets we don't lie about our sheltered lives
I didn't realise that it mattered
where you came from
Take a look at yourself
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Can't see what you have won
Why try to hide when you might
just as well have been crucified
Why be ashamed when there's nothing that can be done
Take a look at yourself