Story Behind The Song

Minority groups in this country have had their share of obstacles integrating into this white dominant society. But I wondered what complaints and hardships we as white folks might have.

Song Description

a disilliusioned man attempts to find reasons why his life is not going anywhere. He comes up with the idea to blame all of his failures on the fact that he's white.

Lyrics

I sure can?t dance,
I sure can?t swing.
Can?t seem to stick
long term to anything.
I try to keep the beat,
but my feet refuse.
All my soul
I?ve had to steal
from some other
cultural ideal.
I got no genuine
artifacts that I can use.
I got the white boy blues.

My blood is mixed,
mixed to extremes.
Don?t even know
my registered breed.
I?m just a mangy mutt
chewin? on some
no name shoes.
Got no cause
to fight for,
no social struggle
and so, therefore,
I got no pressing reason
for me to improve.
I got the white boy blues.

Well, all I?ve got
is my angst,
and my discontented smile.
But there just might
be enough
of that pissed-off
angry stuff
to cheer me up.

I?m just a piece
of stale white bread,
overpriced
and underfed.
My purpose wandered off
somewhere, too far
to abuse.
So I?ll assign
some vicious blame
as to why
my life
just stays the same.
And the low-tech reason
that I will use?
I got the white boy blues.

Well there must be
something more
than video games
and porn.
Some kind of lofty ideal
to which I should appeal.
But don?t hold you breath.