Whiter Shades Of Trash

Genres

Rock

Description

Lyrics

I've never liked suburban sprawl, built by white flight to serve as walls to keep out all the lives beyond these manicured rows of soccer-moms in pre-fab homes. Where do they go to find hope, and some kind of culture? Tell me, 'cause I don't know. Picket fences surrounding sod. You've got to give it everything you've got. 'The young and restless in parking-lots. You've got to give it everything you've got to leave the orbit of these haunts, and rethink everything you were taught. I say we go find our own happily-ever-after before we're old, 'cause I long to be more than some working-class-cracker who fled their old factory town when dark-skinned folks came around. Well, what did we learn? It comes full circle now when we flee this lily-white mega-burb, where open spaces have been replaced.., you've got to give it everything you've got.., with uncreative generic wastelands. Now, give it everything you've got to see your world for all its flaws and look at what fear can cause. Decades ago came the poor, so we followed fellow, frightened crackers to our new homes. The result was like war with catastrophic consequences. Why are you still holding on? You're pulling apart at the seams. Just let go. Bye bye, 'generi-cide'. Don't leave a light on for me. Why are you still holding us back by begging me not to leave? Don't you know we were told that the trash was whiter on the other side of the road, when our rows of homes were surrounded by white-collar crackers? Where did they go? They were told to move 'cause the trash is whiter on the other side of the road. Years ago these rows of homes were surrounded by white-collar crackers. Where did they go? © 2010 Words and Music written by Ian Patrick Gentles