| I think that we’re lost again
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| And this looks like the shitty side of town.
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| We’re running out of gas
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| And the sun is going…
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| Down… down… down.
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| Time to turn around
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| And start heading back
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| In the right direction now,
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| But my map is upside down
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| I just wanna make the show,
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| But i don’t think that we’re gonna go.
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| I can see the headline now…
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| «four punks found dead again.
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| We know you don’t care… but film at ten.
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| And, now on to sports.»
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| Things are looking bleak,
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| Everyone thinks that i’m a geek.
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| We’re hiding all our cash,
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| My fingernails are digging in the dash.
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| «why didn’t you ask for directions?
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| What cracker jack box did you find your
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| License in?»
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| You stupid piece of shit…
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| I’ll never ride with you again!"
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| I just wanna make it to the show,
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| But i don’t think that we’re gonna go.
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| «just pull over let me drive!»
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| Everybody wants me dead.
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| I think the club is up ahead.
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| It feels good to be alive! |