Eyes bloodshot when the sun pokes through
What're we going to do, I got no clue
I'm so fed up yeah, how about you
How about you
This city's bust, this country's done
It feels like years since we hade some fun
Nothing left to do but go on the run
Nothing left to do
I don't want to be stuck in this podunk town
Nothing left to do here, I'm just hanging around
Going to get up and run my feet right into the ground
Won't stop or look back, just go
Like some wild boys of the road
We've got to go, there's no time to mourn
I'm going to run until i'm weary and worn
Until my dungarees are ripped and torn
We've got to go
I'm so fed up about feeling low
Nothing left here but misery and woe
It's been so long that it's all that I know
Nothing left here