A comical look at "stereo typing" entire groups by the actions of a few. After all, everyones from someplace else.
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Story behind the song
I had the riff & the title & it just wrote itself, as they say, the bridge was the hard part lyrically because aI wanted to get all the stereo-typical "white" thing & still make it ryme. I had a bit about "glue snifers" that was too crass so I deleted it because I wanted it to be funny (not a sermon) when all was said & done. By the way, I really did grow up in the shade of a freeway.
Lyrics
WHITE TRASH BLUES
Born on a warm summer morning, a brown haze covered the sky
The doctor said "must be a Cancer" - born on the 4th of July
I'm not angry but I'm mad, I'm not evil but I'm bad
And I know I didn't choose these
White trash blues
Grew up in the shade of a freeway, that's where I got all my drive
Force-fed a dose of religion, lucky that I'm still alive
I'm no sinner, I'm no saint & there's so many things I aint
I'm just learning how to use these
White trash blues
Rednecks & drunks -skinheads & punks
Right-wing Christian fanatics
Bikers & geeks - deadheads & freaks
It all just comes down to semantics
Time marches on till everyone's from
Africa, Europe, or Asia
If we got no roots & we get the boot
We can't go back home to Caucasia
No...
Now that I'm older, not wiser - one thing I've finally learned
The more that the world keeps revolving the less chance that I'll get my turn
And I know that times have changed but everything looks the same
And I still can seem to lose these
White trash blues