Larry
by:
Fate
My name is Larry and I'm thirty-two
I'm so unhappy, I don't know what to do
I am the son of a businessman
I was born to be a part of his plan
Brought up to carry the family crown
I do my best, but my lips are brown
Middle class, I just can't, just can't take it
Efficiency is the name of my crime
Kissing ass, I've gotta, gotta make it
Borrowed money, borrowed time
Live my life under a microscope
I have to work for the rest of my life
I've got a car and a house and an expensive wife
I only bought the car to brag about the price
But I can't afford it; only used it twice
Live my life under a microscope
Oh, I would do anything for success
My son is gay and my wife is on dope
Oh, all I do is becoming a mess
Haven't fulfilled my father's dream
And now he doesn't love me anymore
I think I need a primal scream
But I live next door to my mother-in-law
Live my life under a microscope
Oh, I would do anything for success
My son is gay and my wife is on dope
Oh, all I do is becoming a mess
Middle class, I just can't, just can't take it
Efficiency is the name of my crime
Plastic cash. I gotta, gotta fake it
Borrowed money, borrowed time
Live my life under a microscope
Oh, I would do anything for success
My son is gay and my wife is on dope
Oh, all I do is becoming a mess
You're working like a galleyslave
You got to have a microwave
To keep your living standard high
And your neighbours satisfy
And don't forget to cut your lawn
Otherwise you'll be hang by dawn
Middle class, middle class
