Blew another gasket with two in the trunk, one in the back
Fill another casket, go fuel at the pump and hit the gas
Gotta get out, foot down and go go go
Gotta get out, or it’s your funeral
Gotta get out, get out just go go go
This city talks, trust me

Everybody knows
Everybody knows you’re a mess
(get up and go)
Everybody knows
That you wear the blood on your hands
That’s everybody
Even your skeletons
Remember what you did
It’s not your paranoia
You’re in the city of the dead

So take a look outside, the condition;
It’s small town syndrome
And big time lows

You hardly knew them just avert your eyes
Freeway exit closing, put your foot down and drive
Gotta get out, foot down and go go go
Gotta get out, or it’s your funeral
Gotta get out, get out and go go go
This city talks, and I know

Everybody knows
Everybody knows you’re a mess
(get up and go)
Everybody knows
That you wear the blood on your hands
That’s everybody
Even your skeletons
Remember what you did
Bloodsucker
Just strap yourself in motherfucker

Now you’re approaching the skyline
And as your shoot through the sunrise

Just think;

You gave it all away to feel alone