Lyrics
In a nation where extremes don't die
Men always search for an overcoat
That keeps out revolution's calm
And call a taxi, I don't take the bus
We got, we got our sentence in full
We got, we got our foxy sights
We got, we got our stories known and
We got, we got our bonds to bind
We got our first world problems
We got our first world problems
We got our first world problems
We got our first world problems
They got the TV and the money
And the power and the guns
All the fists in the world won't do any good
If they don't land on the racists
Shout as much as you want, it won't mean a thing
If your line is muted
We got, we got our condoms made up
We got, we got our full faces sewn
We got, we got our spread guns loaded
We got, we got our dead ends unrolled
We got our first world problems
We got our first world problems
We got our first world problems
We got our first world problems
They got the money and the power and the guns
They got the money and the power and the guns
They got the money and the power and the guns
They got the money and the power and the guns
This ain't a field, you people know
We got to take it from the start, we got to take it slow
The middle wall, we tear it down
Hanging from a thread that's a master to clown
We got, we got our first world problems
We got, we got our first world problems
We got, we got our first world problems
We got, we got our first world problems