D.o.a. - Junk City Nowhere (Vancouver) lyrics

Hadn't seen you for a while But things still felt close When your brother Bob called me I felt a big chunk slip away A big chunk of me died that day When Bob felt your hand It was ice cold The junk had done its business You got a hit that was too bold And they say the coast ain't that cold Somehow - every score will even out 'Cos anytime - it can all screw up Too much junky business in Vancouver town Some call it cool I just call it, I just call it, I just call it Nowhere In Dimwit's shed we started Cheap guitar and a drum set Where we made a lot of big plans Now our plans are a dead end And I feel like I'm kicked and dead 'Cos you had to go score Some call it dangerous fun But I just call it crap It's just another way to lose And what we lost was you Somehow - every score will even out 'Cos anytime - it can all screw up Too much junky business in Vancouver town Some call it cool I just call it, I just call it Somehow - every score will even out 'Cos anytime - it can all screw up Too much junky business in Vancouver town Some call it cool I just call it, I just call it, I just call it Nowhere