I can't walk the street at night
Without seeing a familiar face
I don't want no heat
I wanna leave this place
I get into situations
I do it on my own
I don't need your help
I'll do it all alone
I'm watching the paint dry
It's more fun than you
I can always think about
All the shit you put me through
Little town in Alabama
The press is never fair
Hold a knife up to my love
I know you got no prayer
Hours in the car
My brain is getting dry
Just because you got no hope
Don't mean that you don't try
People lie 'bout their problems
Only just broken pact
Might as well have some fun
I know I'm gonna die