Getaway

If god gave you dollars God gave you freckles on your face That makes a sign of apathy So which way the sun sets Cause I might require helping hands I recall our lungs are neccessary Sick and sunk our poaching song career Is this a chance to get away Lead the launch for opportunity Either way we're waiting, waiting So pull your finger out boy And look out for anywhere but here Four empty pockets Three forces breathing down my neck Two months to re-evaluate Shake, shake the twenties Run, run, run, run away from mankind City lights are high on misary Hell spews out some scumbag's littering This used to be a good place Pretty face and everythign was great Swelling education I may be overacting In my head I swear this town is dead