Sometimes I wish I lived in New York City
Wouldn't have to answer nobody
Wouldn't have to look into their eyes
Cause all this midwest guilt's really bringin me down
Home grown expectations in every town
Sometimes I wish I lived in San Francisco
Think I might settle down there, just to breathe in the bay air
Will you stand up straight if you think you're so right?
All this land ... we're locked in, has blocked our minds
Bucklin under the wind ... hey I'm fine, just fine
Even metal will break when it bends enough times
Bucklin under the wind but i'm doin just fine
Bucklin under the wind, buckling under the wind
But I'm fine
Old conviction
Our Bible Belt condition
Wrapped tight in old tradition
But the leather's wearing out
Contradiction
Between faith and superstition
Fingers crossed just waitin wishin'
Will never get you out
Oh conviction
Our Bible Belt condition
Traded peace for ammunition
Cause hope is running out
Contradiction
Between love and my addictions
Here I thought I knew the difference
But none of us got out