Ravine Angel - My Dowry Is High

You grew up in a part of town
Where you looked up and where they looked down
You wondered "what is wrong with me"
And they would agree
There's something off and something strange and something queer
How did you get past the gates
Tell me what you're doing here
So you took all the advice they gave you
And you put on a new self
But there's no use in posturing cause
They can always smell

So why do you try?
All the small things will belie
It's social suicide
It's a joke
Went on too long
And now it's gone
Sweet petit-bourgeois

You developed an exquisite taste
Mastered every bit of etiquette they gave
Fed them all the shit they crave
Oh you were stylish you were learned you were cool
But soon you're flat broke, no one cares you went to school
So wipe off all your bon mot pretence
All that i see is resent
Cause when once you start to scale that climb
You find there's no rungs, only heads

So why do you try
All the small things will belie
It's social suicide
It's a joke
Went on too long
And now it's gone
Sweet petit-bourgeois

Come down in the muck
And join the ones who really love you
When the temperature's right
I'm sure at one of those good schools they taught you
There's a difference 'tween the good and the nice
So go out and make your debut on the promenade
And try not to compulsively lie
Or say anything like
"My dowry is high"

So why do you try
Why do you try
Why do you try

So why do you try
All the small things will belie
It's social suicide
It's a joke that went on long
And now it's gone
Sweet petit-bourgeois

Written by:
Teague Clements

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