Here’s a little something for the rule-breakers, the trend-setters, and anyone who cranks up the volume just a bit too high. This pop music bundle is a firecracker mix of chart-topping anthems, guilty pleasure bops, and tracks that make you want to dance like nobody’s watching. Whether you’re in the mood to belt out lyrics in your car, kickstart an impromptu living room dance battle, or just own the moment with some feel-good rebellion—this collection has you covered. Play it loud. Play it proud. And never apologize for hitting repeat.
First World Blues
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I wrote First World Blues as a reminder of how good we have it. And that somebody would love to change lives with almost any American. But it was also for the people who are always on the go, rushing to get to nowhere. The idea was for people to slow down and learn to appreciate what really matters.
[Verse 1]
I hear folks grumble, how life's so tough,
Got two-day shipping but it ain't fast enough.
Wi-Fi's down and they're raising hell,
Like they're digging for water from a dry old well.
But Grandpa swung a hammer, twelve hours a day,
Laid his head on the dirt where the cattle lay.
Now we’re cursing screens when they freeze and lag,
Living like kings but waving that white flag.
[Chorus]
We’ve all got problems, but some folks would trade,
Our senseless wants for the life they've made.
Ain't starving, just complaining, while they fight to survive,
First World Blues, where comfort keeps us blind.
[Verse 2]
They cry 'bout rent on a brand-new flat,
While somebody's are sleeping on a floorboard mat.
Microwave dinners and bottled spring,
Yet the world’s on fire if the cell don’t ring.
Seen a kid on the corner with Nikes so new,
Mama’s in the sunroom sippin’ her cocktail brew.
May be hand to mouth, on a different scale,
Still we’re living large, and some are living in hell.
[Chorus]
We’ve all got problems, but some folks would trade,
Our senseless wants for the life they've made.
Ain't starving, just complaining, while they fight to survive,
First World Blues, where comfort keeps us blind.
[Bridge]
Ain't nobody promised a life of ease,
We’ve mistaken luxury for necessities.
Every broken thing’s a chance to repair,
But you gotta get up, gotta pull your share.
[Final Chorus]
We’ve all got problems, but some folks would trade,
Our senseless wants for the life they've made.
Ain't starving, just complaining, while they fight to survive,
First World Blues, where comfort keeps us blind.
First World Blues, where comfort keeps us blind.
