Lyrics
Well, are we having a conversation?
Said now, how am I supposed to know who to hate, oh baby
When I can't even ever relate, oh baby
I'm just another white man with no identity
Torn in the US, torn in the USA, hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, aw
Oh, they say that I'm cynical, they don't know what's up
They make fun of my selections in my pickup truck
And they change it to a hip-hop station, probably just to fuck with me
Tell us all about it, tell us all about it
Would you love me if I got a tattoo on my face?
Then drove this McLaren right off of the pave?
Inspiration, when it strikes, I do whatever it takes
And then post all about it, post all about it
I said, how am I supposed to know who to hate, oh baby
When I can't even ever relate, oh baby
I'm just another white man with no identity
Torn in the US, torn in the USA, hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, aw, aw, mmm
Haha, aw, sucka
Oh, growing up a bro on the eastern coast
My friends and I would all get drunk and crack racist jokes
Now the kids listen to Drake, "He's one of the good ones though"
I really start to doubt me, I really start to doubt
So I'll probably play some classic rock in a shitty bar
Reform my dirty habits with a tipping jar
And figure out what my problems really are
And then talk all about it, talk all about it
And I said now, how am I supposed to know who to hate, oh baby
When I can't even ever relate, oh baby
I'm just another white man with no identity
Torn in the US, torn in the USA, hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Imaginary guitar solo
I said now
I said now
How am I supposed to know who to hate, oh baby
When I can't even ever relate, oh baby
I'm just another white man with no identity
Torn in the US, torn in the USA, hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Said now, how am I supposed to know who to hate, oh baby
When I can't even ever relate, oh baby
I'm just another white man with no identity
Torn in the US, torn in the USA, hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, aw
Oh, they say that I'm cynical, they don't know what's up
They make fun of my selections in my pickup truck
And they change it to a hip-hop station, probably just to fuck with me
Tell us all about it, tell us all about it
Would you love me if I got a tattoo on my face?
Then drove this McLaren right off of the pave?
Inspiration, when it strikes, I do whatever it takes
And then post all about it, post all about it
I said, how am I supposed to know who to hate, oh baby
When I can't even ever relate, oh baby
I'm just another white man with no identity
Torn in the US, torn in the USA, hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, aw, aw, mmm
Haha, aw, sucka
Oh, growing up a bro on the eastern coast
My friends and I would all get drunk and crack racist jokes
Now the kids listen to Drake, "He's one of the good ones though"
I really start to doubt me, I really start to doubt
So I'll probably play some classic rock in a shitty bar
Reform my dirty habits with a tipping jar
And figure out what my problems really are
And then talk all about it, talk all about it
And I said now, how am I supposed to know who to hate, oh baby
When I can't even ever relate, oh baby
I'm just another white man with no identity
Torn in the US, torn in the USA, hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Imaginary guitar solo
I said now
I said now
How am I supposed to know who to hate, oh baby
When I can't even ever relate, oh baby
I'm just another white man with no identity
Torn in the US, torn in the USA, hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey