Letras: Government Warning. Trend City.

Cut your fucking hair
i'm trapped in this city, its so unfair
so much fashion, bullshit name dropping
i've lived here my whole life and
where has it gotten me?
nowhere

this isn't my scene
theres nothing to fight for
so i fucking dream of never
coming back from tour

nowhere this place is fucking
nowhere i'm going fucking
nowhere nowhere fast
fast as fuckin' hell

fuck this place, i wanna go home
feeling chilled to the fucking bone
i'm sick of cars and sick of cellphones
everyone just leave me alone

gotta get out before it swallows me whole
to burn down this town is my ultimate goal
all your clothes, all this baggage
Richmond city is so fucking tragic

i wanna go home