Chorus:
I hate this place, but I can't leave
Suffocation, I can't breathe
Everybody's so complacent
I hate this place, but I can't change it
This city's dead (x12)
Television or petty crime - how will you spend your free time?
A pack of smokes and a case of beer
Another work week's almost here
Idle hands with an idle education
The city's empty plans for rejuvenation
Gimme somethin' to pa** my time, divert my attention from the Greyhound station
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Disco plays on the oldies station
I switch the radio off
All the other frequencies are too boring and too soft
Local bands all sound like sh**, or break up like a teenage love
Won't have my idle hands involved in any of the above
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