Welcome to my neighborhood.
Where the air seems cleaner here.
But his town's been rusted out by cheap strip malls wholesale stores
We show up twice a year just to hear the good news.
But if its good news is bad news, it all becomes old news.
And this is how it goes. There's no answer.
So young, so anxious...
We're so unsatisfied with having everything
We play guns out front hoping that the cops to drive by.
We're sick of waiting, so we're making our fun.
Sitting in my friends house because I can't go home.
Just turn on your tv because you've been tuned out
From a society you've been locked.
And we get by, day by day.
but now we're getting out
I'm getting out
And that's just how it goes. There's no answer.
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