All the cops just trying to contain All the crack-heads geeking on the train All the pimps and very pretty girls With newly acquired principles Blank eyes in the faces everywhere Slack jawed with a hundred mile stare Everyone just believing what they’re told I know I know I know I know I might be sick of this town I might be sick of this backward life Well I gotta leave. I won't care when. Don't ask me how I wouldn't mind I'd be happy to waste my time… If this were a place where people didn't wind up checking out Invincible delinquents barrel past you from behind As you're resigned to finding nothing much to do You try to stay away from all the danger you observe But still it seems the danger’s good at finding you I hate this place See them all living in this bad cliché All I want is to finally get away Can’t wait till they say it's time to go I know I know I know I know I think I’m sick of this town I think I’m sick of this backward life Well I gotta leave I won't care when Don't ask me how I'm running blind I'd be happy to waste your time… If this were a place where I could finally speak my mind After all this time I'm still wondering what it means After all this time I'm still bitter and unsure After all this time I don't know what to believe After all…