John Grant - Global Warming | Текст песни

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[Verse 1]
You people and your cute little terms you like to throw around and make everybody squirm
Upper class, middle class, lower class, [?]
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
[?] is not an auto zone, 31 is trash and now I just want to be left alone

[Chorus]
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 paint their homes with guns and knives
In search of bodily refreshments and some homicide

[Verse 2]
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 delicate feet
Sure I like to see the fella's get bored in their beds
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

[Chorus]
Global warming is ruining my fair complexion
Augmenting all my imperfections
And Brazil does not need more encouragement
Global warming encourages slack jawed trilobites
To paint their homes with guns and knives
In search of bodily refreshments and some homicide

[Outro]
All I've got are first world problems
I guess I better get some more third world guns

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