Oh god what am I doing here?
Sitting, wasting time, fooling 'round
turning everyone's fuel into tears
Building an army for the night
throwing money, playing in the park
anything but food for the plate
Paper planes fly in and out the window
nothing's changed, everything's the same
opportunities still down under
went up, nothing further
Doorbell's ringin' now,
would you do the same?
What would you do now, homeboy?
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