Honky Tonk
Rebellion in Honky Tonk: Unveiling the Struggles of Modern Youth
Lyrics
I met this kid the other day
I encountered a person recently
He introduced himself, I forgot his name
He introduced himself, but I forgot his name
But anyway, he only brushes his teeth once a day
He only brushes his teeth once a day
And that’s just like me, so I think he's okay
Despite that habit, I find him relatable and okay
He sure did have a lot to say
He had a lot to say
And lucky for him, I wasn't busy anyway
I wasn't busy, so I listened to him
So he spoke his words and he talked real good
He spoke well, but there was something strange about him
But there was something about him that was strange
Unsettling qualities in his demeanor
He said he has voices in his head and without them he'd probably be dead
He claimed to have voices in his head, crucial for his survival
I told him that's too heavy for me, you see
I found it too heavy to handle
So he pulled a gun out from his bag, shot in the air, let out a laugh
He pulled out a gun, fired in the air, and laughed
And I think he's got another for me
Suspecting he has another gun for me
I met this kid the other day
Encountered the same person again
His hair was short, he was 5’yea and pale white
Described his physical attributes
He’d always stick his nose in everything
He interfered in everything
He thought he was mean with his fake gold chain necklace
Thought he was tough with a fake gold chain
He always had a lot to say about everyone and just about everything
Opinionated about everyone and everything
He’s got style, he’s got cool cred
He has a stylish and cool persona
Spent his whole life building it up when he can
Spent his life building his image
You know, I don’t care how many friends you think you have, your brand new pants or what’s the newest flavor of the week
Regardless of friends, fashion, or trends, I don't care
I don’t have no vintage shirts and I wear sweats out to dinner
I don't conform to fashion norms
Your shit will stink when you’re with me
Your status doesn't impress me
So that kid I met the other day, the one that sticks his nose in everything
Encountered the person again, with a tendency to interfere
No, I don't think that I'd call him a friend
I don't consider him a friend
I punched that asshole in his face, I guess popular don't mean you're safe
I physically confronted him, popularity doesn't ensure safety
If you got a problem, you can eat my shit
If you have an issue, I'm indifferent
Comment