I get really pissed off when I go to my hometown
Places I used to rot
Filled with the people I used to rot around
Now I don’t fit in
With those who don’t fit in
The town where the Bills’ training camp
Brought the rednecks in

There’s those things you always count on
Punk rockers who haven’t heard the Clash
And it was hard to get a culture
With my ozone polluted by white trash?
And I hope that I never go back there again.

My friends from my fast food job
Say I’ll come back someday
But I fucked everyone I want to
There’s no one left to lay
Steamy windows means you’ll find
Cousins in a car
Like Sadie said
“Punk rock’s not dead
We just smell like we are”