[00:00.00] 作词 : Joe Mulherin
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Joe Mulherin
[00:38.26]Same city Whitey hail from
[00:41.27]Same town that the strangler stole the air from
[00:44.25]I was raised Irish catholic
[00:47.11]Never talk about your feelings
[00:48.86]Tell them you're fantastic
[00:50.36]Around here you're either savage or you're plastic
[00:52.98]Drive a Benz or a broken Ford Maverick
[00:55.53]They all been living a lie
[00:58.48]Because they worship the wealth
[01:00.07]More than they do their false god
[01:02.28]I don't talk too much
[01:04.42]I been living in the basement
[01:05.98]Tryna make a statement
[01:08.37]I been writing all night
[01:10.44]Young Edgar Allen with the blinds closed tight
[01:14.14]So when I say I ******* hate myself
[01:17.20]And when I say I lost my sanity
[01:20.21]Just know that's not my full capacity
[01:22.67]Could never hate myself as much as I hate humanity
[01:32.72]Not a material man
[01:34.38]I got a mic, two guitars
[01:35.83]and a dream in my hands
[01:38.60]I see you flexing them bands
[01:40.55]like you got something to prove
[01:42.31]Well I got nothing to lose
[01:44.70]Not a material man
[01:46.07]I got a mic, two guitars
[01:48.18]and a dream in my hands
[01:50.63]I see you flexing them bands
[01:52.55]like you got something to prove
[01:54.11]Well I got nothing to lose
[02:07.84]What a cluster **** I'm ******* up
[02:09.19]They telling me to lighten up
[02:11.08]Hit them in the brain with the same damn thing
[02:12.63]Playing in the rain, man I'm ****** up mane
[02:14.04]Grew up too fast, tryna make it last
[02:16.07]But it ain't coming back
[02:17.08]Still an outcast, still an asshole
[02:18.00]Tryna get past no payroll
[02:19.43]See I wouldn't give a ****
[02:21.30]if I had a surplus
[02:22.79]Intuition in my gut
[02:23.99]so I keep my mouth shut
[02:25.85]I don't say ****
[02:27.14]unless it's about the ******* music
[02:29.16]Homosapien equipped with the wit so I use it
[02:32.55]Feel your flesh breaking open
[02:35.97]And your knuckles start turning white
[02:39.09]You been holding on for too long
[02:41.94]Sleep all day, wide awake at night
[02:44.84]Not a material man
[02:46.50]I got a mic, two guitars
[02:47.91]and a dream in my hands
[02:50.58]I see you flexing them bands
[02:52.64]like you got something to prove
[02:54.24]Well I got nothing to lose
[02:56.74]Not a material man
[02:58.20]I got a mic, two guitars
[03:00.07]and a dream in my hands
[03:02.38]I see you flexing them bands
[03:04.33]like you got something to prove
[03:06.24]Well I got nothing to lose

作词 : Joe Mulherin
作曲 : Joe Mulherin
Same city Whitey hail from
Same town that the strangler stole the air from
I was raised Irish catholic
Never talk about your feelings
Tell them you're fantastic
Around here you're either savage or you're plastic
Drive a Benz or a broken Ford Maverick
They all been living a lie
Because they worship the wealth
More than they do their false god
I don't talk too much
I been living in the basement
Tryna make a statement
I been writing all night
Young Edgar Allen with the blinds closed tight
So when I say I ******* hate myself
And when I say I lost my sanity
Just know that's not my full capacity
Could never hate myself as much as I hate humanity
Not a material man
I got a mic, two guitars
and a dream in my hands
I see you flexing them bands
like you got something to prove
Well I got nothing to lose
Not a material man
I got a mic, two guitars
and a dream in my hands
I see you flexing them bands
like you got something to prove
Well I got nothing to lose
What a cluster **** I'm ******* up
They telling me to lighten up
Hit them in the brain with the same damn thing
Playing in the rain, man I'm ****** up mane
Grew up too fast, tryna make it last
But it ain't coming back
Still an outcast, still an asshole
Tryna get past no payroll
See I wouldn't give a ****
if I had a surplus
Intuition in my gut
so I keep my mouth shut
I don't say ****
unless it's about the ******* music
Homosapien equipped with the wit so I use it
Feel your flesh breaking open
And your knuckles start turning white
You been holding on for too long
Sleep all day, wide awake at night
Not a material man
I got a mic, two guitars
and a dream in my hands
I see you flexing them bands
like you got something to prove
Well I got nothing to lose
Not a material man
I got a mic, two guitars
and a dream in my hands
I see you flexing them bands
like you got something to prove
Well I got nothing to lose