Miss Black America
Montana
We thought big 'cause we felt little And scared the future would leave us behind We would find joy through acquisition Those happy days could not be yours or mine Until
We got it all
Faster than a rabbit gets fucked
But Inside we're still us
We acted cheap to gather riches We took the American Dream to bed And woke up impotent with sickness The weight of all the world rests on our empty heads
We got it all
What the hell do they mean when they say
"You know, daaaahling,
"Somethings got to give"?
What they don't know
Cannot hurt them We must tell them We must tell them
From Letras Mania