"Cultural Consumer IV" lyrics

"Cultural Consumer IV"

When I think about the time that I've wasted
To cultivate the myriad tastes that I've tasted
I compare myself to you
I feel inadequate
And that's the truth
I feel inadequate
And that's the truth

You're my more experienced lover (and)
And I'll never catch up to your numbers
Sacher-Masoch to De Sade
There's not a dirty book
Gives you a shock
No dirty books
Give you a shock

You have surpassed me by so far
With your insights to Jean Renoir
(Again)

I was familiar with 'Whirlpool' to 'Game'
And thought post forty it was more of the same
But you told me
That wasn't true

Born on the day of unsolicited opinion
Astrologically I'm just what you'd expect
Well, lately I've been nurturing a taste for what I'm normally reject
For what I'd normally reject
For what I'd normally reject


Writer(s): Daniel Ryan, Nikki May Belfiglio, Adam See, Benjamin Michael Hozie, Adam Lee Shumski
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