Texty

The Weavers live up the street from me The crackheads, they live down the street from me The tall grass makes it hard to see beyond my property Hey man, this is criminal, it's hardline symmetry of people and pets And we don't bother anyone, we keep to ourselves The mailman visits each of us in turn And we don't bother anyone, we keep to ourselves The mailman visits each of us in time Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live in Shit Towne Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live in our town Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live in Shit Towne Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live The Weavers live up the street from me The crackheads, they live down the street from me And we don't bother anyone, we keep to ourselves The mailman visits each of us in turn And we don't bother anyone, keep to ourselves The mailman visits each of us in time Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live in Shit Towne Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live in our town Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live in Shit Towne Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live in our town Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live Ooh, yeah, do me wrong, hey, Lord Do me wrong Do me wrong, don't hold me back Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live in Shit Towne Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live in our town Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live in Shit Towne Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live Our town (Shit Towne) Shit Towne (Shit Towne) Our town (Shit Towne) Shit Towne (Shit Towne) Our town (Shit Towne) Shit Towne (Shit Towne) Our town (Shit Towne) Shit Towne (Shit Towne)
Writer(s): Edward Joel Kowalczyk, Patrick Dahlheimer, Chad David Taylor, Chad Alan Gracey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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