185 miles to sacramento
186 to san francisco
210 to hollywood
Hundres of miles to anything good
We are trapped, we cannot mature
Cannot leave, that's for sure
Only d**h can lift us out
Of this town and its stagnant gout
I've got to get out of this hospice
And there's only one real way
I would sniff glue but they've taken it away
Can't run and my wheelchair's too slow
Long for a hit from a poisoned arrow
Call a local a "f*g" is the only way to die
Wheel me out on the street so i can try