White Bread Lyrics - Situation - Buck 65

Military perfection. Fragile tranquility 

Artificial familiarity. Civility 

What happened? Noisy neighbors died of suspense 

Have a nice day and stay on your side of the fence 

My crew was called the Right Angles. We made a remark 

We played in the park and we're afraid of the dark 

Declared destroyed and paranoid in the bathroom checkers 

3-D movies and Pat Boone records 

At noon that tune becomes my own truth 

22 grown youth crammed inside a phone booth 

Davy Crockett. Magic tricks. They call me "Crazy Pockets" 

Butt kicked. A-bombs. Sputnik. Navy rockets 

Napalm and mustard on hot dogs at the diner 

Shoulder blades of older dates and waitresses on roller skates 

Solar plates and gasoline. Vaseline. Oh, Fanny Mae 

Hardware - the family trade. Planning a panty raid... 

What'cha gonna do when the bad man comes back? 

What'cha gonna do hu'h? 

What'cha gonna do when the bad man comes back? 

What'cha gonna do hu'h? 

Beach blanket party. Clean faces, serene places 

Silence between spaces and submarine races 

Obscene cases of extreme racists. Stone jerk 

Diminished and degraded when I'm finished doing the homework 

White bread. Nose bleed. Chose speed. Don't need to 

Grow weed. Law abiding citizen. Exposed greed 

Two-shoes. Optimistic, hoping for better weather 

Pretty girl with a pony tail I'll let her wear my letter sweater 

Working up a sweat. Bench press. Chin up curls 

Action-adventure in my bedroom with the pin up girls 

Perry Como. Johnny Mathis. Astronomy classes. Crap 

You've been slapped wearing a coon skin cap 

Fingers and demonic jaws. Peace treaties. Atomic laws 

Cosmic flaws. Conspiracy theories and the Masonic lodge 

Milkshake - spilled mine. Guilt finer than silk twine 

Baby-doll: built fine. Lighting up the tilt sign... 

What'cha gonna do when the bad man comes back? 

What'cha gonna do hu'h? 

What'cha gonna do when the bad man comes back? 

What'cha gonna do hu'h?