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Shut-in city, pillars scared of the community, yeah Grown-up sleaze, they log online to find their freaks But nonetheless They're mowing lawns, they're makin' beds They're getting hitched, they're shaking hands No contempt for the former life and rosy glow they all once had But sold it back And I walk around this seedy old town And I ain't got much to do And I wonder and I wonder if I'm ever going under And I ain't got much to lose Public parks and public freakouts after dark At the grocery store Nice night for an empty threat slipped underneath your door I'd kill to be your friend And I walk around this shitty old town And I ain't got much to do And I wonder and I wonder if I'm ever going under And I ain't got much to prove I know, I know, I know, know I don't, I don't, I don't SongtexteI walk around this sleepy old town And I ain't got much to do I wonder and I wonder if I'm ever going under And I ain't got much to prove Shadows from wall to wall inside your head Another summer put to bed Lay on your back, insomniac, and pray "God bless this way of life," you say I know, I know, I know now Aus Songtexte Mania