Suburban Male Frenzal Rhomb

[Verse 1]
Looking down the barrel of a gun
You 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
Don't beat yourself up about the future
Just drink yourself into another stupor
We're middle class, white
Suburban males
We're middle class, white
Suburban males

Nothing that is said or is spoken
Puts the truth in the open
No regret,s we don't lie about our sheltered lives
I didn't realise that it mattered
Where you came from
Take a look at yourself

Don't beat yourself up about the future
Just drink yourself into another stupor
Don't beat yourself up about the future
Just drink yourself into another stupor
We're middle class, white
Suburban males
We're middle class, white
Suburban males