Well truth be told, it's getting old Watching all my ex's fu*k through all my friends And my soul Has grown cold as a result But I ain't phased, I'm simply painless I hope all their dreams come true all over their faces Down on the floor Of some dirty dim lit basement Truth can be felt, lies can be smelled And while they destroy and define yourself I'll just be tripping in a kitchen Listening to Jacob shred guitar The kids are blacking out, the pigs are cracking down And I’m just staring at the peeling ceiling Thе bugs crawling out, and pouring into your mouth They can shake you down but they cannot shakе the feeling They can shake you down but they cannot shake the feeling No-one likes someone black and white or boring Though i miss you at night i know i'll feel alright by the morning I need to go somewhere where no-one knows my name Cause right now this town is too small And I fu*king hate this place, I hate this place, I hate this place