Bomb The Music Industry! - Sweet Home Cananada lyrics

I heard from you today by digital replay You told me that you care, you'll help from over there I say we're not the same, it's falling on deaf ears At eighty miles an hour and I forget to steer And if I wrap my car around the guardrails, ain't got sh** to do with you So drop the act, I know your true agenda Can't live with the mistakes, I'll move out of the states To South America or north to Canada I lived four years of lies, I lost faith in mankind With no one to befriend, I guess this is the end And it's not glorious like in the movies, explosion and a note It's more like driving as far away as possible alone And please don't say goodbye to remind me you're alive You've been dead to me since I started feeling dead inside So don't look down on me and say we feel the same 'Cause we don't I'm checking out, I'm f**ing done Kiss my fat a**, I'm giving up Eat sh** and die, I'm taking off Have a nice life, have a nice d**h I'm checking out, I'm f**ing done Kiss my fat a**, I'm giving up Eat sh** and die, I'm taking off Have a nice life, have a nice d**h I'm checking out