Refund On Paradise - Nocturnal Poisoning

Never able to explain all the things you’ve seen

When I ask, you tell me I’m hateful and mean

Taking pictures of things gone and burnt down

Can’t you see your money’s no good in this town

You were supposed to be a «star»

But you didn’t even write a song

The postcards you send

Make people wonder what went wrong

I guess you could never tell

With all those neon lights in your prison cell

You can play in traffic or go to a bar

Then yuo can lie to me, saying you’ve gone real far

They keep lying to you and showing you the door

Couldn’t you fuck someone for just a little bit more?

It’s been boarded up, it’s been torn down

Still you remain

A tourist in your own town