Outliers
City's Pulse: An Anthem for Outliers
Lyrics
Well the city push cars, but we don’t got money
Expressing financial struggles in a city where materialism is prominent.
And the city push sex, but we don’t know her name
Highlighting the superficial and anonymous nature of relationships in the city.
This place is so dead, it lost all feeling
Describing a lifeless atmosphere devoid of emotions or vibrancy.
It’s got no soul, but mine needs saving
Noting the lack of soul in the city and the need for personal salvation.
So follow me down, we’re headed to the square
Inviting others to join in heading to a place referred to as "the square."
The cops are all out, and we’re drinking too much
Observing excessive police presence and an atmosphere of excessive drinking.
We’re all alone here, we’re all alone in Oxford
Emphasizing a sense of isolation and loneliness in Oxford.
So follow me down, we’re headed to the game
Encouraging others to accompany the speaker to an event referred to as "the game."
Where kids are all out, they wanna get laid
Noting the desire for sexual encounters among young people at the event.
And it’s hot as hell here, it’s hot as hell in Oxford
Describing the intense heat in Oxford, possibly reflecting the challenging environment.
Well the city push debt, gotta raise that ceiling
Commenting on the pressure to accumulate debt in the city and questioning the purpose.
Gotta get degrees…why the hell do we do this?
Questioning the motivation behind pursuing academic degrees despite challenges.
Well the city push noise, but no one’s singing
Noting the prevalence of noise in the city without meaningful communication.
I’m using my voice, but no one’s listening.
Expressing frustration about using one's voice without being heard or understood.
So follow me down, we’re headed to the square
Repeating the invitation to go to "the square," reinforcing its significance.
The cops are all out, and we’re drinking too much
Reiterating the presence of law enforcement and excessive drinking in the city.
We’re all alone here, we’re all alone in Oxford
Restating the theme of loneliness and isolation in the context of Oxford.
So follow me down, we’re headed to the game
Repeating the encouragement to go to "the game," emphasizing its importance.
Where kids are all out, they wanna get laid
Reiterating the desire for sexual encounters among young people at the event.
And it’s hot as hell here, it’s hot as hell in Oxford
Reiterating the intense heat in Oxford, underscoring its significance.
Raise your hands if you don’t give a shit about big money, gold cars, fast sex
Challenging societal values related to wealth, luxury, and casual relationships.
We’re all just outliers, skate punks, and hipsters.
Identifying the speaker and the audience as unconventional individuals ("outliers," "skate punks, and hipsters").
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