Homogenized
She wears her corporate look like a cheap facade
The death of different cultures
I watch with my strained eyes
Globes on fire twitching in small sockets
When can we be proud of our diversity?
Abundance in the gourmet grocery store
Fresh meat, bread and pastries
A man on the corner begging for change
A homeless guy reads a book about Princess Di
Eating white bread, getting fat, and under read
Her dyed blonde hair speaks her denial
She can pretend if she wants to, if she wants to
Her beautiful lips covered in pale pink lipstick
Slowly dying in her pressed gray suit
Here comes another one sitting right down to the next one
In her nice wool coat she'll meet The Man
But he won't be fooled
Oh he's so civilized
But he might as well shoot her, twice
Just an appeasement from years of domination
Her dyed blonde hair speaks her denial
She can pretend if she wants to, if she wants to
Her beautiful lips covered in pale pink lipstick
Slowly dying in her pressed gray suit
Why can't she be proud of who she really is?
Why can't I? Why?
Why can't I? Why?
Why?
Still starving shell of a former self
Plastic surgery knows no end
A snakebite for a nose
Shorten your name; make it sound like Kaye or Jones
Then we'll all be homogenized and paralyzed
The death of different cultures
I watch with my strained eyes
Globes on fire twitching in small sockets
When can we be proud of our diversity?
Abundance in the gourmet grocery store
Fresh meat, bread and pastries
A man on the corner begging for change
A homeless guy reads a book about Princess Di
Eating white bread, getting fat, and under read
Her dyed blonde hair speaks her denial
She can pretend if she wants to, if she wants to
Her beautiful lips covered in pale pink lipstick
Slowly dying in her pressed gray suit
Here comes another one sitting right down to the next one
In her nice wool coat she'll meet The Man
But he won't be fooled
Oh he's so civilized
But he might as well shoot her, twice
Just an appeasement from years of domination
Her dyed blonde hair speaks her denial
She can pretend if she wants to, if she wants to
Her beautiful lips covered in pale pink lipstick
Slowly dying in her pressed gray suit
Why can't she be proud of who she really is?
Why can't I? Why?
Why can't I? Why?
Why?
Still starving shell of a former self
Plastic surgery knows no end
A snakebite for a nose
Shorten your name; make it sound like Kaye or Jones
Then we'll all be homogenized and paralyzed
Credits
Writer(s): Thea D Kearney
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.