White Man's Blues Video (MV)

My baby she won't leave me
Not a hope nor prayer for that
Keeps naggin', says she loves me
A divorce'll set me real back

By a couple million dollars
Jesus, Lord, can't afford that
She gone once, thought, that was that, but
Nah, she just been out at it
Shoppin' more of that useless crap

We're fort-builders, land-grabbers,
And bomb-throwers, folks;
We're not happy, we're not happy

Darn right, I think I got the blues, and
Im feelin' down and blue, man
The espresso-machine's jammed again
It was instant-coffee instead (F*ck that...)
Never go full retard, man

White man's problems
They gon' make 'em
Everybody else's troubles
White man's problems
They gon' spread 'em
That makes it all the better

Then along came this fella Elvis, and
Drove the whole thing home, god damn
Stole a lot of great blues, the sham
Made it safe for the white man
Because, god heaven, forbid them
Be expressed so genuine
Spoiling our vital delusion

Now we sing it like it's country
Givin' 'em the blues, and
Reclaiming our ancestry
The whole thing over again
Ain't no topic got sensitivity
Only people with said proclivity