Worn Thin - Paper Mills and Landfills Lyrics

A good place to die young and still look 85
A place to work your life away or waste it without trying
The kinda place where the laughs come easy if you're sick like me
So turn that frown upside down, eat a little shit and see

Patches on the patches that cover up the cigarette burns
The lottery money for our schools that proves nobody learns
And if you wanna hear a good one, lets talk about the golden years
About life in a nursing home with nothing between your ears

If paper mills and land fills and cow shit are what you smell
Welcome to the outskirts of the rust belt
Welcome to the small town, big box, fast food side of hell
Welcome to the outskirts of the rust belt

A good place to die you and still look 85
A place to workyour life away or waste it without trying
The kinda place where the laughs come easy if your sick like me
So turn that frown upside down, eat a little shit and see

A place where cooking dopes a trade, medication is currency
Addiction is a business run by law makers and police
Where the shits so deep you just stop digging and make yourself at home
Look around, don't make a sound, you're finally where you belong

If paper mills and landfills and cow shit are what you smell
Welcome to the outskirts of the rust belt
Welcome to the small town, big box, fast food side of hell
Welcome to the outskirts of the rust belt