Well I just don't know why,
Or how you could think I should be satisfied
Watchin' you getting old and stoned
Well, I know you'll find somebody new to take your drunk ass home
I don't care what Bill or Jane says and does
This ain't half the place that it wishes it was
And I'm simply tired of hangin' round
So I'm leavin' in the mornin'
You and this ugly town we was born in
Ain't coming back 'less I find out it's burning down
I won't apologize for not giving a damn
Or the cynical bastard you know that I am
I'm just gonna walk out the door
I just can't find the sense in hangin' round
You and this twisted Midwestern breedin' ground anymore