Zulfi - I'll Give Up and Become a Banker Lyrics

Refuse to live my life on the basis of corporate logic
Especially when I've got my heart and it's on a disco stick

I've got my arms open won't you abuse it
Broke my heart in two 'cause someone dare bruise it
Thick smiles, strange vibes, I'm super confident
But might need a f*cking Xanny to even be your friend
If you asked, I'll tell you all my secrets
Your pink lips, stolen reds, and buried hearts too
I can't seem to quite write like this
You have a simpler way with words
A smaller desire to grasp of life with them
But you know what I'm pretty good with
I can write a mean song
And I'll be your Matty someday, you best believe
At least one song, I'll get it

It's kind of a tragic habit
This need to get one in
It's kind of a tragic habit
To whine like this
To whine like this
To write like this
To fight like this
To be like this

Refuse to live my life on the basis of corporate logic
Refuse to live my life on the basis of corporate habit
Break a beer bottle on my lips with your teeth
I know it'll be tragic
It'll be tragic, indeed for us
It'll be magic for me though
It'll be tragic for the rest of the punks
But it'll be magic for the best of us