Inside the corn belt, behind the picket fence
There burns a fire of empty adolescence
We have no calling, no place to go at night
It's midwestern living, and it sure isn't right
We drive for hours, bored out of our sun-soaked skulls
And we find nothing, and hence our anger pulls
It's midwestern living, american gothic tragedy
These shitty cities will be the end of me
The cops have nothing to do but hunt for us
They pushed me over but will they call my bluff
I'm going to kill, burn your trailer park to the ground
I'm coming for you and you won't hear a sound
credits
from still hunger,
released December 25, 2010
Right-side guitar solo by Ben Prewitt!