I'm at the top of the bottom and I'm hittin' the skids
I'm a lean cut of ham from a bourgeois pig
You know I'm burnt out on uppers and it's gettin' me down
'Cause this paradise ain't nothin' but a cardboard town
Yeah this paradise ain't nothin' but a uhhhhhh
I am not the fortunate one
Ain't no debutante, ain't no businessman
I am not the fortunate one
I'm flat on my back
And I'm out in the sun
Hey man! We're moving too fast!
Now rock an roll is just a new kinda jazz
Hey man! I'm losing my gumption!
There's too much form in all this dysfunction
I am not the fortunate one
I'm all outta gas on the beer run
I am not the fortunate one
Yeah I'm flat on my back
And I'm out in the sun
Now I'm back in the favela, I'm feeling so bad
For the pretty little faces all waiting to be had
Chubby little cherubs wrapped in cellophane
Like a prime rump roast from a tofu steak
I am not the fortunate one
But I can't look back when I'm keepin' on
I am not the fortunate one
Got a price on my back
In the discount rack
I am not the fortunate one
But I can't look back when I'm keepin' on
I am not the fortunate one
'Cause this getaway
Is just a ghetto way
I am not the fortunate one
I am not the fortunate one
'Cause I'm flat on my back
And I'm out in the sun