Ugly Town

I just don’t know why

Or how you could think

I should be satisfied

Watching you

Getting old and stoned

When I know you’ll find somebody new

To take your drunk ass home

I don’t care what Bill or Jane says and does

This aint half the place it wishes it was

And I’m getting tired of hanging round

So I’m leaving in the morning

You and this ugly town we’s born in

Aint coming back unless I find out it’s burning down

(Roast some marshmallows)

I won’t apologize for not giving a damn

Or the cynical bastard you know that I am

I’m just gonna walk out the door

I just can’t find the sense in hanging round

You and this twisted midwestern breeding ground

Anymore