From Madison

The faces in this town are all the same.
A repetition of shallow design.
They bitch and they fight and they dish out the blame,
As they swallow their burn but not pride.

They act like this town is all theirs.
The bars are their own little playground.
Driving like animals and tainting the air
And drown in consequence with teeth-gritting sounds.

This pathetic town has gone to the dogs
A disgusting shithole of jerks
Mad City? Yes, full of pedos and claws
Drowning in these green lakes has it's perks

There's no chance I'll stay in this town.
Drive me past skyscrapers and tolls
I don't give a damn if the wind blows me down,
Count the days 'till I'm eighteen years old.

I don't have a home in this town.
Just roofs hanging over my head
Spit on, labeled, venomed, shot down,
I'm leaving this place for the dead.