Buck 65 - White Bread lyrics

Military perfection. Fragile tranquility Artificial familiarity. Civility What happened? Noisy neighbors died of suspense Have a nice day and stay on your side of the fence My crew was called the Right Angles. We made a remark We played in the park and we're afraid of the dark Declared destroyed and paranoid in the bathroom checkers 3-D movies and Pat Boone records At noon that tune becomes my own truth 22 grown youth crammed inside a phone booth Davy Crockett. Magic tricks. They call me "Crazy Pockets" bu*t kicked. A-bombs. Sputnik. Navy rockets Napalm and mustard on hot dogs at the diner Shoulder blades of older dates and waitresses on roller skates Solar plates and gasoline. Vaseline. Oh, Fanny Mae Hardware - the family trade. Planning a panty raid... What'cha gonna do when the bad man comes back? What'cha gonna do hu'h? What'cha gonna do when the bad man comes back? What'cha gonna do hu'h? Beach blanket party. Clean faces, serene places Silence between spaces and submarine races Obscene cases of extreme racists. Stone jerk Diminished and degraded when I'm finished doing the homework White bread. Nose bleed. Chose speed. Don't need to Grow weed. Law abiding citizen. Exposed greed Two-shoes. Optimistic, hoping for better weather Pretty girl with a pony tail I'll let her wear my letter sweater Working up a sweat. Bench press. Chin up curls Action-adventure in my bedroom with the pin up girls Perry Como. Johnny Mathis. Astronomy cla**es. Crap You've been slapped wearing a coon skin cap Fingers and demonic jaws. Peace treaties. Atomic laws Cosmic flaws. Conspiracy theories and the Masonic lodge Milkshake - spilled mine. Guilt finer than silk twine Baby-doll: built fine. Lighting up the tilt sign... What'cha gonna do when the bad man comes back? What'cha gonna do hu'h? What'cha gonna do when the bad man comes back? What'cha gonna do hu'h?