Vacation and barbecue
Small talking and nothing to do
Keep you locked in a shopping cart
A Bourgeois Shangri-La
Got a feeling that i don't belong
Got a feeling that i shouldn't be here
Can't stand another single day
i gotta get away
Talking shit about the neighbor wife
But when she comes, you put on a big smile
Like to throw up in her gucci bag
she's coming in to brag
Got a feeling that i don't belong
Got a feeling that i shouldn't be here
Can't stand another single day
i gatta get away
A house and a boat and a gray, shiny car
Things just to prove you've come far
Soda streamer, watching TV, cute little dag
Perfect in your shallow bourgeois
Shangri-La
Got a feeling that i don't belong
Got a feeling that i shouldn't be here
Can't stand another single day
I gotta get away