LESS THAN JAKE - City of Gainsville lyrics

rate me

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.