Lyrics:

In a small town with no therapy
just confession
you never apologize for anything
that means anything.
Consumed with reconciliation
I leave my wierdest song 'til the end
"I'm Not Sure What Kind Of Squalor You're Living In."

In the big city with just therapy
there is no confession
you're sorry for everything
and it means nothing.
Consumed with show business
I leave 'em wanting more.
"I'm Not Sure What Kind Of Squalor You're Living In."
Thank you.
Good night.