Sweet Home Cananada - Bomb The Music Industry!

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

When I forget to steer

And if I wrap my car around the guard rails,

It ain’t got shit 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 through four years of lies.

I’ve 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’ve started feeling dead inside.

So don’t look down on me and say we feel same

'Cause we don’t.

so I’m checking out

I’m fucking done

Kiss my fat ass

I’m giving up

Eat shit and die

I’m taking off

Have a nice life

Have a nice death

I’m checking out