Raisin' hell in Wayne county With a copper on our tail Hoping that he drives on by me But knowing this town he'll probably throw us in jail
We're both so paranoid in our hometown There's so much unclaimed baggage at the carousels And though we're guilty of nothing we feel like fugitives running Towards the Great White North or a border town in Mexico
There's former you, there's former me We're telling tales of revisionist history Ah, remember the days we couldn't hardly wait to end?
I was getting fucked up with a high school friend Wondering where all the good times went I was getting fucked up with a high school friend Wondering where all the good times went
We left town the minute we turned 18 We moved to different corners of the country Now we come back for holidays and funerals So much has changed but Wayne county's still the same
Driving down 191 There's an old memory of someone As a little white cross just popping out from the bend
I was getting fucked up with a high school friend Wondering where all the good times went I was getting fucked up with a high school friend Wondering where all the good times went
Don't let the overwhelming sorrow shred all hopes of tomorrow Don't let 'em tell ya how to live your life 'Cause they may never understand but it's okay because I do We know all the ups and downs each other have been through
I was getting fucked up with a high school friend Wondering where all the good times went I was getting fucked up with a high school friend Wondering where all the good times wentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
