La La La

We’re just three white rich kids bitching about the world
We think we’ve got problems, but we ain’t got problems
The man in the oily coat shouting at the world
Should we try to see him or only stop his screaming
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
So goes our song
We say the grass on the other side’s colored by war
We think we really see this, but do we really see it
The only green that matters in this cardboard world
Always ready to condemn it, but still we’re soaking in it
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
I tell you, Madge knows
When you’re seething
With attitude or breathing
For multitudes, be sure to call your mom
I know she’ll come along
And help you to be strong
When you need another loan
When you’re breathing
With attitude or seething
For multitudes, be sure to call your mom
I know she’ll come along
When you need another loan
Cause you want to buy this song
We’re just three white rich kids bitching about the world
We think we’ve got problems, but we ain’t got problems
The man in the oily coat shouting at the world
Ready to condemn him, still we’re soaking in it
And it’s a secret test
Go and talk to the West
It’s just another tiny thing