horus:

I hate this place, but I can't leave

Suffocation, I can't breathe

Everybody's so complacent

I hate this place, but I can't change it

This city's dead (x12)



Television or petty crime - how will you spend your free time?

A pack of smokes and a case of beer

Another work week's almost here

Idle hands with an idle education

The city's empty plans for rejuvenation

Gimme somethin' to pass my time, divert my attention from the Greyhound station



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Disco plays on the oldies station

I switch the radio off

All the other frequencies are too boring and too soft

Local bands all sound like shit, or break up like a teenage love

Won't have my idle hands involved in any of the above



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