The sky is growing darker
Over this god-forsaken place.
I know it's time to leave it all behind.
The reasons for staying here are
Slipping between my fingertips.
All I want is to call something mine.
I ask myself the same old questions
At least a thousand times,
But the time is growing short.
Now it's too late.
I know I sound just like a
Broken record.
But the chip on my shoulder
Grows larger everyday.
Now it's getting harder
To leave this crack-pot town today.
I know it's time to leave it all behind.
The reasons for staying here are
Slowly narrowing down to you.
All I want is to call something mine.
I ask myself the same old questions
At least a thousand times
But the time is growing short.
Now it's too late.
I know I sound just like a
Broken record.
But the chip on my shoulder
Grows larger everyday.
I guess I'm just going through a phase.
I guess I'll be better in a couple of days.
But I'm not getting any younger,
So let's leave here today.
And live our lives our way!!
Suburban hell!!
Suburban hell!!
Suburban hell!!
No fucking way out!!