These streets are paved with bloody asphalt
And all roads lead to the capital
The people stand there holding their hands out
And they're begging for more

But not me!
I don't want it; I don't want to plead
I'd rather sit back with a gun in my lap
Waiting for them to come get me

Let's go: It's time to leave this town
Emergency pull out!
I'm never coming back

This town is such a dirty shit-hole
White trash and soccer moms
It smells like metal-heads and meth-sweat
That's just how they roll

But not me!
I don't want it; I don't want to wait
I'd rather abandon with a guitar in hand
Than die in this place I hate