Chorus:

Plebeian barbecue in the sun

Making you feel like you’re the one

Nothing ever tastes like home

Peasants are walking in straight lines in the warmth of lullabies

Close your eyes and you’ll be fine

Verse:

I’ll guarantee you that your fam will be catching the bad flew if you don’t keep on pretending that you haven’t a clue And just smile to your neighbor as your having a brew

As long as you don’t talk about whatever matters to you you’ll be cool not knowing like an ape in a zoo

Having to make do with whatever they say is the truth

I play in the booth, as they try to manipulate the news, getting through to the majority telling them what to choose

Never knew who gave you an amuse-bouche dinner, bite size, go trigger the gold-digger in you

Go figure - they’re ripping the bigger picture into two groups, 1 percent winning, 99 loose

They’re ripping us off, try to confuse, the people in need of a new way to do

A new way to cope with the youth, instead of just taking the people they think can improve

I’m looking for humans they’re looking for tools, open your mind, let me intrude, Think about whether you’re ready to move, if not, you aught to do better in school

If you’re rich folk, that’ll work too, big private agents are able to sue They got their blue suede shoes, they got a fly ass watch

I got a fake Canada Goose and an aluminum clock

Second hand Timberland boots bought on the block

For what the man in the black suit spends on a sock

They got Brahms and Bach but I got Biggie and Pac

So I’m just rhyming double-time as they be grinding the stock

Chorus:

Plebeian barbecue in the sun

Making you feel like you’re the one

Nothing ever tastes like home

Peasants are walking in straight lines in the warmth of lullabies

Close your eyes and you’ll be fine

Verse:

You buy the metal but not the bullets You see the terror but no improvements Lay your lives in a silver screen Paper dollars, pockets full of dreams Poetic payment and yet powerless Puffy eyes but a fancy dress

The past shows us all we need is wisdom And once a day we fought for freedom

Is to stay in line to stay alive?

Close your eyes and you’ll be fine

Chorus:

Plebeian barbecue in the sun

Making you feel like you’re the one

Nothing ever tastes like home

Peasants are walking in straight lines in the warmth of lullabies

Close your eyes and you’ll be fine