K thru 12
I'm under your spell
I yearn for things that at the time I could give a shit about
So when I'm back home
My thoughts tend to roam
To people and places and things that I could obviously live without
But where is my crew?
Hey, are you flying back for Thanksgiving, too?
Maybe we could catch up and go out?
But our houses look the same
So let's go hit the bars tonight!
There is nobody in this place
That wasn't in my high school
Drowning inside their memories
And a lack of shit to do
There's a million ways that you can waste your precious time
If your hometown gets its claws in you, you'll die
And you won't even have to try
So what's a guy supposed to do?
You know that degree that cost you most of your parent's savings?
It never lead to a job -- the economy is shot
Why don't you try to have a wife and some kids and a house with what I've got?
And there's no way to vent
The smarter kids, they packed up and went
Moved out of the motherfucking state
But yeah there are good things
Two-for-ones and wings
And just cuz she's pregnant
It doesn't mean she isn't down for
Drinking on the lawn
And lighting up the town tonight!
There is nobody in this place
That wasn't in my high school
Fortified by their deepest fears
And a pint of micro-brew
There's a million ways that you can waste your precious time
If your hometown gets its claws in you, you'll die
And you won't even have to try