John Grant - Global Warming lyrics
[John Grant - Global Warming lyrics]
You people and your cute
Little terms you like
To throw around and make everybody squirm
Upper class, middle class, lower class
Sassafras everybody these days thinks that
They're a bad-ass
How am I supposed to live in a world with
No Madeline Kahn my favourite girl is gone
And Bonnie Doon's is now an auto zone
31 is trash and now I just
Want to be left alone
Global warming is ruining my fair complexion
Augmenting all my imperfections
And Brazil does not need more encouragement
Global warming encourages slack
Jawed troglodytes
To leave their homes with guns and knives
In search of bodily refreshments
And some homicide
I'm so sick of hearing people
Talk about the sun
They sound like a bunch of Aztec Indians
And all they do is hang
Out clogging up the streets
Congratulating each other on
Their pedicured feet sure I like to see the
Fella's skateboard in their Vans
Stripped down to their shorts so they
Can work on their tans
I know I shouldn't care cause I'm a taken man
But, I guess you can look
Nobody said that you can't
Global warming is ruining my fair complexion
Augmenting all my imperfections
And Brazil does not need more encouragement
Global warming encourages slack
Jawed troglodytes
To leave their homes with guns and knives
In search of bodily refreshments
And some homicide
All I've got are first world problems
I guess I better get some
More third world kind
Little terms you like
To throw around and make everybody squirm
Upper class, middle class, lower class
Sassafras everybody these days thinks that
They're a bad-ass
How am I supposed to live in a world with
No Madeline Kahn my favourite girl is gone
And Bonnie Doon's is now an auto zone
31 is trash and now I just
Want to be left alone
Global warming is ruining my fair complexion
Augmenting all my imperfections
And Brazil does not need more encouragement
Global warming encourages slack
Jawed troglodytes
To leave their homes with guns and knives
In search of bodily refreshments
And some homicide
I'm so sick of hearing people
Talk about the sun
They sound like a bunch of Aztec Indians
And all they do is hang
Out clogging up the streets
Congratulating each other on
Their pedicured feet sure I like to see the
Fella's skateboard in their Vans
Stripped down to their shorts so they
Can work on their tans
I know I shouldn't care cause I'm a taken man
But, I guess you can look
Nobody said that you can't
Global warming is ruining my fair complexion
Augmenting all my imperfections
And Brazil does not need more encouragement
Global warming encourages slack
Jawed troglodytes
To leave their homes with guns and knives
In search of bodily refreshments
And some homicide
All I've got are first world problems
I guess I better get some
More third world kind