Less Than Jake "City of Gainsville" |
We have our master plan, bottled and canned living in the 352. Steps one and two, walk home drunk, wake up confused with a stranger next to you. The copied costumes and conversations They seem to be constantly making this into a strip mall kind of town. I use my credit card to buy alcohol, student loan spent at the mall, and I I may be going broke, but I'm never broken down. We have our history just you and me but our future gets talked away. Steps 3 and 4, Staying drunk and sit on this porch, planning out how to escape. We're two truck stops off the interstate, the promised land with a twist of fate, we're a town for all the lost and the found. So sleep tight in your smokey room, still buzzed from this afternoon. And I I may be going broke, but I'm never broken down. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |