Beach Craft Bonanza - Trust Fund

That's not what I said, that's not what it means
Always ends this way, tapped out party scene (The scene)
Changing of the gauze, changing of your mind
Crush it in your hand, spoil it on the vine (Divine)

Whoa. That's the way it goes. Selling out our souls for you

Mine the underground, boy bands in disguise
Cover me in studs, new-wave was a lie (Alive)

Whoa. That's the way it goes. Putting on a smile
Powdering my nose for you (Fuck you)

Everyone in black, tattoos all around
Patches on your back, trust fund underground

Forty at the door, put it in the tank
"Gotta get to Fest." Run back to the bank

Whoa. That's the way it ends
Buttering you up for them? For you? For me

Written by:
Chris Baltrus

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