Homecoming parade
Float blows through the stockade
Crowd crushed by the sheer weight
Of their own Division III Football Team
But I won't be at the wake
The funeral I can't make
Though I'm told there's a lunch buffet
And it's hard to say no to a free meal
Under the bridge smoking weed
You hear the news and then you think
An arrow to the heart of what I hated
The head torn off of the thing I can't stand
The plug pulled on the source of my trouble
Now I'll fake my death and head out West and put this shit behind me
Under the bridge smoking weed
You hear the news and then you think
An arrow to the heart of what I hated
The head torn off of the thing I can't stand
The plug pulled on the source of my trouble
Now I'll fake my death and head out West and put this shit behind me
But it's the same
Same dirt, same sun
Different you?
Good fucking luck
But it's the same
Same dirt, same sun
Different you?
What's the problem?
This should work, what's the problem?
What's the problem?
This should work, what's the problem?
What's the problem?
This should work, what's the problem?
What's the problem?
This should work, what's the problem now?
