Post-Work Society - Gringo

Permian whisper, two teeny tiny tater tots
Too bored to sit still, gringo running, flea market parking lot
Please mister mister, don't want don't want to make a scene
Just lost my angel, warm brown sugar, vanilla in between
White boy and I'm blowing out your neighborhood
Ya Hear that bump when I'm blowing out your neighborhood
Feel that funk, gotta crank that axe up
Rip a real mean lick then I'm back to the drop yea

Gringo, a white boy, blowing out your neighborhood
Just a gringo, a white boy blowing out your neighborhood
Like a bull, like a thumb, gringo flea market parking lot
Gringo, a white boy, blowing out your neighborhood
Hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Brown sea red mesa, blueberry Bernalillo skies
Too blonde to fit in one chicano auntie they did collide
Hey, Debbie Harry he's sticking, sticking like a thumb
Just found 'em crying bloody murder, can tell who he came from
White boy, and I'm blowing out your neighborhood
Ya Hear that bump, when I'm blowing out your neighborhood
Feel that funk, gotta crank that axe up
Rip a real mean lick, then I'm back to the drop yea

Gringo, a white boy, blowing out your neighborhood
Just a gringo, a white boy blowing out your neighborhood
Like a bull, like a thumb, gringo flea market parking lot
Gringo, a white boy, blowing out your neighborhood
White boy, but I'm blowing out your neighborhood
that punk, when I'm blowing out your neighborhood
that punk, gotta crank that axe up
rip a real me, lick him and I'm back to the drop, yeah

Gringo, a white boy, blowing out your neighborhood
Just a gringo, a white boy blowing out your neighborhood
Like a bull, like a thumb, gringo flea market parking lot
Gringo, a white boy, blowing out your neighborhood
Hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Written by:
Charles Szoka

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