Lyrics

[Verse 1] I don't wanna die here Sippin' on my old man's beer So help me find a way to get out I don't like this town at all Black spray paint on the wall What else can you really call art? Is this town getting smaller, or world getting larger? I'll blow my brains out if I don't depart So come and join me, we won't die lonely If we leave then make a brand new start [Chorus] So cut your finger Hold your gut Salvation is a parking lot Cut your finger Hold your gut Salvation is a parking lot So, cut your finger Hold your gut Salvation is a parking lot Cut your finger Hold your gut Salvation is a parking lot [Bridge] Why do all the teachers try to take my kicks? Why do all the people try to get me fixed? Why do they do it? Why do they do it? Why do they do it to me? (Oh baby) [Guitar Solo] [Verse 2] The bottle's almost empty I guess we've all had plenty This is where things get rough I'm throwing glass at trains It helps relieve the pain You know I try and act real tough My gas is on the ready My hope's already dying I guess I just can't get enough My lungs already drowning I need a [?] Play the Rolling Stones, hot stuff [Chorus] So, cut your finger Hold your gut Salvation is a parking lot Cut your finger Hold your gut Salvation is a parking lot So, cut your finger Hold your gut Salvation is a parking lot Cut your finger Hold your gut Salvation is a parking lot