Don't know the names but the faces stay the same and styles come and go. No style here and no style there. It's where you want to be. And all the things you do come back and haunt you. It's where you want to be until you rot, you're gonna rot, rot, rot. Rotting with a smile and you will rot. I'm leaving today or tomorrow, see those sights, borderline the stateside. When I'm going, there's no turning back now. When I'm not around, you'll miss the sight and sound.
Lyrics submitted by sean7711