If god gave you dollars
God gave you freckles on your face
That makes a sign of apathy
So which way the sun sets
Cause I might require helping hands
I recall our lungs are neccessary
Sick and sunk our poaching song career
Is this a chance to get away
Lead the launch for opportunity
Either way we're waiting, waiting
So pull your finger out boy
And look out for anywhere but here
Four empty pockets
Three forces breathing down my neck
Two months to re-evaluate
Shake, shake the twenties
Run, run, run, run away from mankind
City lights are high on misary
Hell spews out some scumbag's littering
This used to be a good place
Pretty face and everythign was great
Swelling education
I may be overacting
In my head I swear this town is dead