Now you're stuck in this town
The infinite maze
Filled with plastic smiles
In an alcoholic haze
And their faces are drawn up with deception
I question your opinion
Your carpet feels nice on my toes
Now you're stuck in this town
The gentrified maze
The provincial challenge
Over the mundane days
Now you're stuck in this town
The parochial master
If you want me to leave
I couldn't go faster
How dead?
How dead?
How dead?
How dead?
You said he smoked until one
Then passed out in bed
Cus He has all the talent
Of a shot in row Z
But You're stuck in the past
Take down your Christmas lights
It's march
It's march
It's march
How dead?
And he has made his proclamation upon me
Part of me wanted to listen
But he doesn't even follow the commandments he set himself
And That's when I come to this realisation
Now you're stuck in this town
The gentrified maze
The provincial challenge
Over mundane days
Now you're stuck in this town
The parochial master
If you want me to leave
I couldn't go faster
How dead?
How dead?
How dead?
How dead?
As he sailed in on the a road he decreed this
I am the father of the fatherless and the wife to the widows
For he doesn't know that every smile wave and handshake put forth to him mean nothing