They can't say what state we're in. They can't blame on what song we spin. 'Cause it's fucked up business scene. Where they want everything to be so clean yeah!.
Past morning and I raise my head. Won't turn on the lights, won't get out of bed. Phone bugs me, baby, you're not here. I wish I didn't wake up. . How I wish today was yesterday's news.
Down on free street. Buried six feet down. In a one horse. Carefully locked door town. Where no one ever comes around. There ain't nothing there to be found.