I don't wanna die here
Sippin' on my old man's beer
So help me find a way to get out
I don't like this town at all
Black spray paint on the wall
What else can you really call art?
Is this town getting smaller, or world getting larger?
I'll blow my brain out if I don't depart
So come and join me, we won't die lonely
If we leave then make a brand-new start

So, cut your finger
Hold your guts
Salvation is a parking lot
So, cut your finger
Hold your guts
Salvation is a parking lot
So, cut your finger
Hold your guts
Salvation is a parking lot
So, cut your finger
Hold your guts
Salvation is a parking lot

Why do all the teachers try to take my kicks?
Why do all the people try to get me fixed?
Why do they do it?
Why do they do it?
Why do they do it to me? (Oh baby)

The bottle's almost empty
I guess we've all had plenty
This is where things get rough
I'm throwing glass at trains
It helps relieve the pain
You know I try and act real tough
My gas is on the ready
My hope's already dying
I guess I just can't get enough
My lungs are really drowning
I need a [?]
Play the Rolling Stones Hot Stuff

So, cut your finger
Hold your guts
Salvation is a parking lot
So, cut your finger
Hold your guts
Salvation is a parking lot
So, cut your finger
Hold your guts
Salvation is a parking lot
So, cut your finger
Hold your guts
Salvation is a parking lot