White Male Carnivore

House will crumble

Will crumble

Charlie, what you preach for?

Preacher man

I'll tell you what I preach for

Absolutely nothing

I said, "Hey, you white carnivore"

Say, say, come here and eat us all

Oh, you're some kind of animal

You're just a white male carnivore

With a low pain threshold

You are the glass house throwin' stones

You think that you've got the finger all pulsed

But yeah, you must have a heart, it must be made of stone

Like a relic, a figure

Or some kind of neoclassical pillar

The core of your society

Has no clarity

Smoke and mirrors

Say it

I'm a white carnivore

And I feel everything, and I'm superior

Hey, I'm an animal

No, I'm a white male carnivore

With a low pain threshold

I'm a glass house throwin' stones

I don't think about the finger 'round the poles

And I just can't cry, 'cause I'm made of stone

Those relics, those figures

Crumbling neoclassical pillars

They will crumble

I watch you crumble

Crumbling pillars

In your house

I pledge allegiance

Oh, to, to God

Oh, feelin' goodbye

Feelin' goodbye

Feelin' goodbye

Feelin' goodbye

Do you feel it? Goodbye

Feelin' goodbye

Feelin' goodbye

Feelin' goodbye

Come on

Shout

You got the whole, wide world (In his hands)

He's got the whole, wide world (In his hands)

He's got the whole, wide world (In his hands)

He's got the whole, wide world (In his hands)

He's got the whole, wide world (In his hands)

He's got the whole, wide world (In his hands)

He's got the whole, wide world (In his hands)

He's got what I wanna hear (In his hands)