the sun goes up over a picturesque urban-scape
a white picket calley with no sign of escape
those pretty little houses all lined up in a row
but like a rat in a cage
kid you've got nowhere to go
and you can only chase your tail for so long
it seems like every move you make is wrong
and you're so confused about what to do
drown your sorrows in another bag of glue
you know you're going out tonight
but nothing ever seems to turn out rigth
you know you're going out tonight
but nothing ever seems to turn out right
too much apathy and not enough empathy
you don't give a f*** about anything
but what's to believe in when it's all so fake
and all you know is that your parents turned out that way
no you just want to have a good time
but it seems like there's nothing good to find
just a grey house a white house another grey house
you're just looking for some way out
a white picket calley with no sign of escape
those pretty little houses all lined up in a row
but like a rat in a cage
kid you've got nowhere to go
and you can only chase your tail for so long
it seems like every move you make is wrong
and you're so confused about what to do
drown your sorrows in another bag of glue
you know you're going out tonight
but nothing ever seems to turn out rigth
you know you're going out tonight
but nothing ever seems to turn out right
too much apathy and not enough empathy
you don't give a f*** about anything
but what's to believe in when it's all so fake
and all you know is that your parents turned out that way
no you just want to have a good time
but it seems like there's nothing good to find
just a grey house a white house another grey house
you're just looking for some way out