So Raw

My daddy's gonna pay for my fridge and stove
I was a rich man's son before I was born
Now I don't have a job and I can't be poor
My mama's worried that someday I'll get bored

I'll starve myself to live next door to the bar
Where all the rich-man-bands deploy their guitars
The Rickenbackers, they don't make you a star
Just give me something that'll make me hard

I sound like everything you've heard in your car
And I know nothing, I don't work very hard
I kick on everything to make you go
"A-a-ah, so raw! So raw, so raw!"

I sound like everything you've heard in your car
And I know nothing, I don't work very hard
I kick on everything to make you go
"A-a-ah, so raw! So raw, so raw!"



Credits
Writer(s): Roy David, Morin Antoine, Theriault Jonathan
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