Текст: Screeching Weasel. Kill The Musicians. The Girl Next Door.

The white girl, living in the big city
In a big apartment house
She's living with her boyfriend now

She drives off every day for school and work
She washes the dishes now
And watches TV on the pull out couch

And every day's the same
And every day's the same
And every day's the same
And every day's the same

White girl, moved back into the suburbs
And she finally found a man
Who knows how to take care of her

She bought a perfect little house
And the lawn's well manicured
And she's never missed a day of work

'Cause every day's the same
And every day's the same
And every day's the same
And every day's the same

White girl, couldn't go on knowing
She was just here wasting time
She drowned in the lake last night

They found her bloated body floating
But she still walks around
Performing all her daily chores

She still don't know what life's all
She still don't know what life's all

'Cause every day's the same
And every day's the same
And every day's the same
And every day's the same
And every day's the same

And every day's the same
And every day's the same
And every day's the same

And she's got no one to love
She's got no one to love
She's got no one to love