It's about small minded towns people, and escape from it!
B.liverman & Pressure
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fiogf49gjkf0d I need a new window, to look out of.
I need something new to, suck my time up,
But these people are dying the death. I don't wanna be next.
Chorus: I've got to leave this town,
I'm praying, somehow I will escape, before this town rots away.
Tin alley, tin head, cries of “your stereo’s best”.
And your only dream, is another one-way street to race in.
You think this town’s the edge of the world,
Why don’t you jump right now?
Chorus
Walking down the street like you own it,
What’s it like to own decay?
You don’t see this town is rotting,
It’s rot, rot, rotting away.
And you don’t see what I see, I don’t think you ever will.
Sax solo
Chorus
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