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Time Spent Driving - Excuse the Irony Lyrics



Time Spent Driving - Excuse the Irony Lyrics




Hey your new church, it's so f*cked up
It's backwards, it's stuck up
And those kids that you f*ck up, with your upper-class, white gloves
And who made, you god, to build walls, divide us
Breed victims, raise cowards
Cite falsehoods and power
Your playbook, Your race cards
Your pay gaps, Your patriarchs
Your big house, Your smart cars
Your swimming pool, And your twelve guitars

Let's poison up our bodies
Let's condemn our country
And burn it at the stake
Let's give up our free speech
Let's cancel everything, except the irony

So misdirect your blame
Towards people, you don't know, your scapegoats.
You judge them, you hang them, by the color of, their skin
Hey hypocrite, who's the racist? Let's hear all your favorites
Like privilege, dinosaurs, fascist tropes, you've got plenty more
Your constructs and your tag lines
And your fake news, your exclusive tribes
And your red waves, and your blue slaves
And your everything, in-between

Let's poison up our bodies
Let's condemn our country
And burn it at the stake
Let's give up our free speech
Let's cancel everything
Except the irony

Rich white moms, and their cougar friends
Love fragility, and guilty hands
And their low carbs, and their diet kicks
Their Mercedes Benz, and their acronyms
Prescription drugs
Anxiety, Edibles, Ecstasy
Their giant rocks, their binge TV
Napa hotels, and pinot gris
And their five stars, and their sex toys
Their magic maids, and their pool boys
Their who-you-knows, their spa robes
And they'd love to teach you everything they know

Let's poison up our bodies
Let's condemn our country
And burn it at the stake
Let's give up our free speech
Let's cancel everything
Except the irony

Excuse the irony

And your Amazon's
On your doorstep
Check your text threads
And your DMs
All those friends
That you've never met
Just love your witty comments
Hey Gen Z
Here's some dopamine
Hey Millennials
Won't you look at me
And surgery, fixes everything
Your designer dog
Shares your clean sheets
You're a fantasy, football league
You're a short clip
You're a news feed
You're a new reel
A funny meme
A hashtag
Please follow me
Your slanted books
Your NPR
Your Google search
And your Infowars
Your Burning Man
Your Disneyland
Your Mexico vacation plans
And your High Noons
And your craft brews
And your Michelin stars
And your tiki bars
And your porn hub
And your dick pics
And your trust fund
And your selfie stick
And your vape pens
And your Xanax
And your spray tan
Your Prada bag
Your blue hair
Your Tik Tok rants
And your killer new tats
Your attention grabs
Oh Yeah

Sounds like you got it so bad
And the virtue you've been signaling, doesn't look so hot, on your sleeve
And the high horse, you rode in on
There's something off, there's something wrong

And the virtue you've been signaling, doesn't look so hot, on your sleeve
And the high horse, you rode in on, be careful You might come off as an asshole.
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English

Hey your new church, it's so f*cked up
It's backwards, it's stuck up
And those kids that you f*ck up, with your upper-class, white gloves
And who made, you god, to build walls, divide us
Breed victims, raise cowards
Cite falsehoods and power
Your playbook, Your race cards
Your pay gaps, Your patriarchs
Your big house, Your smart cars
Your swimming pool, And your twelve guitars

Let's poison up our bodies
Let's condemn our country
And burn it at the stake
Let's give up our free speech
Let's cancel everything, except the irony

So misdirect your blame
Towards people, you don't know, your scapegoats.
You judge them, you hang them, by the color of, their skin
Hey hypocrite, who's the racist? Let's hear all your favorites
Like privilege, dinosaurs, fascist tropes, you've got plenty more
Your constructs and your tag lines
And your fake news, your exclusive tribes
And your red waves, and your blue slaves
And your everything, in-between

Let's poison up our bodies
Let's condemn our country
And burn it at the stake
Let's give up our free speech
Let's cancel everything
Except the irony

Rich white moms, and their cougar friends
Love fragility, and guilty hands
And their low carbs, and their diet kicks
Their Mercedes Benz, and their acronyms
Prescription drugs
Anxiety, Edibles, Ecstasy
Their giant rocks, their binge TV
Napa hotels, and pinot gris
And their five stars, and their sex toys
Their magic maids, and their pool boys
Their who-you-knows, their spa robes
And they'd love to teach you everything they know

Let's poison up our bodies
Let's condemn our country
And burn it at the stake
Let's give up our free speech
Let's cancel everything
Except the irony

Excuse the irony

And your Amazon's
On your doorstep
Check your text threads
And your DMs
All those friends
That you've never met
Just love your witty comments
Hey Gen Z
Here's some dopamine
Hey Millennials
Won't you look at me
And surgery, fixes everything
Your designer dog
Shares your clean sheets
You're a fantasy, football league
You're a short clip
You're a news feed
You're a new reel
A funny meme
A hashtag
Please follow me
Your slanted books
Your NPR
Your Google search
And your Infowars
Your Burning Man
Your Disneyland
Your Mexico vacation plans
And your High Noons
And your craft brews
And your Michelin stars
And your tiki bars
And your porn hub
And your dick pics
And your trust fund
And your selfie stick
And your vape pens
And your Xanax
And your spray tan
Your Prada bag
Your blue hair
Your Tik Tok rants
And your killer new tats
Your attention grabs
Oh Yeah

Sounds like you got it so bad
And the virtue you've been signaling, doesn't look so hot, on your sleeve
And the high horse, you rode in on
There's something off, there's something wrong

And the virtue you've been signaling, doesn't look so hot, on your sleeve
And the high horse, you rode in on, be careful You might come off as an asshole.
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Writer: Jon Cattivera
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Performed By: Time Spent Driving
Language: English
Length: 6:14
Written by: Jon Cattivera
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