Have I Paid My Debt To Minneapolis? Songtext

just makes this place a bigger tragedy.
Ok, alright.
And we don't have to stick around.
Just say the word.
Maybe it's all right with you,
but what about me?

Don't look up.
Don't look down.
Don't keep me locked up in this town.
The cold, sub-creative,
stupid, manipulative atmosphere.

I don't belong in your sick comedy.
Try making sense.
Try making harmony.
Ok, alright.
please don't make me stick around.
Just say the word.
Maybe it's a home for you, but what about me?

Don't look up.
Don't look down.
Don't keep me locked up in this town.
The cold, sub-creative,
stupid, manipulative atmosphere.

Laid to rest,
my soul remains
a hysterical disease.
Try to stop me if you please.
Will it hurt to make your first mistake?
Will you tell me how it feels?
'Cause they're always right,
never wrong in spite
of the painful irony.
How can this be?
Maybe I'll take my own advice and just leave.
Leave, leave, leave.

Don't look up.
Don't look down.
Don't keep me locked up.

Have I paid my debt to Minneapolis?
Maybe I should move to Los Angeles.
You won't go,
no matter what you're going through,
no matter what you did or said you'd do,
Don't run away.
So inclined to take the easy way.
Someone get me out of this place.
I will leave.