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|Flower of the middle Class||Rosy Rear View||When I was a Young Man|
Flower of the Middle Class
Come all you wild suburban kids, flower of the middle class
Who woke to find reality had knocked you on your ass
If you've got a moment, stick around, and listen to my story
I don't intend to fill your heads with tales of death or glory
Where did you get that rebel pose, that leather coat so fine?
Do you drown your insecurities, in dépanneur wine?
Do you crave street credibility, and the wrong side of the tracks?
Is that just a chip on your shoulder, or a real cross on your back?
It wasn't the good upbringing, or the peace and quiet
It wasn't the tender loving care, or the healthy diet
It wasn't the edjamacation that should have filled your needs
It's a different kind of hunger that makes you bite the hand that feeds
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