me and you in love with our rule over solid waste our artistic merit is questionable we ll fall on our face and i can t bear the sight not to sound pragmatic but our parents were right this ain t adequate but you can always seek refuge under sunshowers there s a place for you not no place for me under sunshowers return to the bourgeoisie while i sift through debris you view the poverty line as a threshold for truth in pricey slums this ain t art school it s a shark pool of well groomed yuppie scum and they got orders to kill watch them fashion your cell how d they get a recording deal when they re wack as hell but the chicken scratch in your sketchbook it mirrors what you loathe sunshowers there s a place for you not no place for me under sunshowers return to the bourgeoisie while i sift through debris under sunshowers there s a place for you not no place for me under sunshowers return to the bourgeoisie while i sift through debris under sunshowers they got easels to stain and uh people to blame with their egos inflamed and their neat codenames i saw your sub genre in a passing glance it was you and your dj in matching pants sleeping pills and record sleeves defaced museum pieces concert goers flailing arms taxidermy for the nouveau riche i don t need this i don t need this sunshowers there s a place for you not no place for me under sunshowers return to the bourgeoisie while i sift through debris under sunshowers i don t need this i don t need this sunshowers i don t need this i don t need this