Bourgeois Shangri-La Lyrics

Vacation and barbecue
Small talking and nothing to do
You keep it locked in a shopping cart
A bourgeois shangri-La
Got a feeling that I don't belong
Got a feeling that I shouldn't be here
Can't stand another single day
I gotta get away
Ohhh....

Talking s*** about the neighbor's wife
But when she comes you put on a big smile
Like to throw up in a Gucci bag
She's coming here to brag

Got a feeling that I don't belong
Got a feeling that I shouldn't be here
Can't stand another single day
Gotta get away
Ohhh....
A house and a boat and a great shiny car
Things just to prove you'll go far
Soda streamer, widescreen TV, cute little dog
Perfect in your shallow bourgeois

(Shangri-La.....)

Got a feeling that I don't belong
I got a feeling that I shouldn't be here
Can't stand another single day
I gotta get away
Ohhh....
Ohhh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.....
I, I, I gotta get away....
Gotta get away....
I gotta I gotta I get away....
Oooo oooo oooo.....
Mmmm mmm mmm.....
Yeah yeah yeah....
La la la....
Away way way.....
Ahhh....
La la la....
Ahhh....
Gotta get away.