Thank God, God bless,
I was given the chance,
To travel and taste the world’s flavors.
But there’s always one place,
Ain’t that always the case,
You regret, ‘n on this I won’t waver.
Well, it lies to the north,
And it smells like a horse,
A toilet ‘r just an open sewer.
But it ain’t no Versace,
Though it borned Liberace,
Screw ‘em and butt(er)fuck the Brewers.
Well, I don’t wanna preach,
But I‘ll stand by my speech,
Without getting long-winded or talky,
Strike me dead where I stand
If it ain’t the worst in the land,
This shithole that you call Milwaukee.

Lord, get me out of Milwaukee.
The guys dumb, the girls rude ‘n talky.
Man, I don’t wanna be here,
It’s ugly and smells weird,
Lord, get me out of Milwaukee.

It lies in the middle
Like a state with a pimple,
A tumor, some terrible cancer.
Nuke it, or ignore it,
Against it, or for it.
Myself, I just haven’t got the answers.
Sometimes I wonder,
Mistake, or a blunder.
Is God just sittin’ up there laughin’?
From Green Bay to Sheboygan,
The people nice, but not annoying,
Milwaukee, what the hell happened?

Lord, get me out of Milwaukee.
The guys dumb, the girls rude ‘n talky.
Man, I don’t wanna be here,
It’s ugly and smells weird,
Lord, get me out of Milwaukee.
Lord, get me out of Milwaukee.
The guys dumb, the girls rude ‘n stocky.
Maybe Dahmer was right,
Maybe he saw the light,
Lord, get me out of Milwaukee.
Lord, get me out of Milwaukee.

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