Dead City Dealers - This City's Dead lyrics

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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus)