So count your lucky stars
Use your fingers, paint a picture
You can bet your bottom dollar
I can guess it, easy does it
Where'd you go, i know you're a dime a dozen
You're the same guy made the same mistake as thousands of fucking others
But look at you, look at you, plastered all over the copper
You made a difference took an ad out, and said give me a golden offer
And they'll give it and you'll take it, like the millions before you
Now erase it move the evidence into a broken locker

This Place Sucks

How do you feel when you hear it, when it hits you,
Gives your brain the old one two
Every single piece of bad news comes in tidal waves
I'm sorry, the fires spreading, but were staring at the rocks,
The water crashing on them while we tick away like little clocks
Oh look at you look at you, plastered all over copper,
Make a difference, wear the shirt, make the post and take the offer
They won't change don't you get it, this is just another tuesday,
So grab the bottle, grab a shirt, find a lighter, find the house

This Place Sucks