Lyrics

they say the only way out of this town, is a cigarrette and a hole in the ground. the good die young and the rest grow old and thats how this story will unfold.

so i pulled the bandana down over my eyes, i lit a cigarette and i stood in line. everybody complained that it was too damn long, everybody had their best shoes on.

if i had to choose between this town or death, i'd take my chance with gasoline and beer on my breath. speed to the end of a dead end road, and that's how this story will unfolf

so i pulled the bandana down over my eyes, i lit a cigarette and i stood in line. everybody complained that it was too damn long, everybody had their best shoes on.

and so i begin to wonder what might have been if i had stolen that car and gotten straight out of town, taken my chance to get my feet off the ground, set some goals to just defeat myself, maybe then i'd be someone else.

so i pulled the bandana down over my eyes, i lit a cigarette and i stood in line. everybody complained that it was too damn long, everybody had their best shoes on.