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Camouflage short pants, Patches sewn on.
Blunt fashion, Apparel choice.
Old navy no tag, Rip torn knee holes.
All fashion, No substance.

Trail of crumbs back to your home.
Every time you need some cash,
Pick up the phone.

the charade has been played and you've acquired new flair.
you march in parades of economic despair,
but you'll never know, no you'll never know.
and now that you're living off water and bread,
you repeat the words that someone else said.
but you'll never see what they really mean.
so build us a cage we'll never get out of.
because you're turning poverty into a commodity.
and if you think its gonna change, you're only making it worse.
you're fashionably sending us all to our graves.
fucking rich kid, what are you so goddamn hungry for?

-Dan: This song is about people not being able to overcome their social/ economical status, because it has become fashionable to look and act poor. So you end up with a bunch of kids from good homes, with loving families taking up welfare, food stamps, and other resources that could help people who actually are in a bad situation.-

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