Every friday at three shadows escape from the factory. If you can go to the show, hurry up and get back to me. Tonight we meet underground where the
Chain me free Lose the key, right now She was from my home town, I'd never met her Ditched her boyfriends 'cause I was better She showed me pictures
Whoa oh whoa oh So so so so so when you got no place to go It don't matter that your watch runs slow So chalk one more hour destroyed And sing it whoa
I'm just a dog-eared page you turn back to. Where's the place for me When we're both in love with you? I can't escape these friends I've made since
The world is moving everywhere but here, so load the van. Destination: Nowhere Near I wanna be on the road again I wanna be on the road again I wanna
If you ever go down to Huntington, there is a girl there that is named Eryn. She's got ADD, but isn't bored with me. At least not yet, she said. With
gonna be more than local boys And shake! shake! shake! The dust off these shoes We make noise What else could we choose? We're gonna be more than local
Mark said he could hold his own head up and share his mind with the peeling paint on the bedroom wall. One step ahead of the pack of Marlboros. Still
We were steamin' at the seams and the scene seemed like in dreams Pressed close behind the tinted glass as the cop's headlights scrolled past "I can'
She's got a lot of issues Like a good magazine The kind you'd find under my bed If you know what I mean 'Cause Mother would trip if she saw the way that
Conversations with my bathroom mirror are never the same as when you're standing here I'm chickenshit out on a brave frontier, that teenage wasteland
say? I know it ain't how it used to be but I'm not good at being me anymore. [Note: in first release of "E. Von Dahl Killed The Locals" instead of "Jenny
