When I was a boy
They called me kid Lacan
Then in school, the teachers they
They called me teen Camus
(Now, no one calls me anything)

I never realized that growing up and becoming a man
Meant growing up and becoming a white man
Of privilege and taste
But just look at me I'm not free
Though I've had every opportunity
And for this fact I'll say I'm sorry

This song is for my ex-wife
Because she knows how hard it is to hold someone
Who's got his hands wrapped tight around prison bars
Still, no complaints, it's the 5th of July
Post-freedom
Post restraint

A new life, a new craze, a new sound, all the rage

This is serious business
This is serious business
This is serious business
This is serious business
This is serious business
This is serious business
So if I ask you to sing along, just remember:
This is only a business decision
This is serious business

So if I ask you to sing along, just remember:
This is only a business decision
This is serious business

So if I ask you to sing along, just remember:
This is only a business decision
This is serious business