Lyrics

Every fucker from my hometown is dead or worse Slamming light beer, speeding down a dirt road, yellin' slurs You couldn't look me in the eyes, drunk playing with a cattle prod If you lived in this shithole, what are the odds? Help, logging in is my favorite sin Help, logging in is my favorite sin I found my friends on AOL, I found 'em online I found my friends on AOL, I found 'em online My neighbor drunk drove through my front lawn He rolled the window down, blew a kiss to my mom I was ten years old, just locked in and online What was I supposed to do except wasting all my time? What was I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? Get back online I was born on the internet I saw with my own eyes Beheaded men and certain death I didn't cry Orange fingers and code red Watching strangers die I was raised by the internet What a time to be alive I'm still on the internet Behead me and gouge out my eyes I'm not leaving here alive I'm not leaving