The Armed - AN ITERATION

I fell for some
Pseudo-sophisticated
Poet laureate-posing
Young white savior
He sang to me
A blue collar emulation
An accent so affected
So midwestern
Shots in the dark
Kalishnokov
You'll take her eye out
Too cool to be trite
His cunning remarks
And then he did it again
Did it again
Did it again
Did it again
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An iteration
An iteration
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He said to me
You've got your own reflection
It's extra underwhelming
It lets me down
Stroh's from the tap
Working-class porn
And daddy's money
Too cool to excite
He's up there so bored
And then he did it again
Did it again
Did it again
Did it again
Did it again
Did it again
An iteration (did it again, did it again, did it again)
An iteration (did it again, did it again, did it again)
An iteration (did it again, did it again, did it again)