[Verse 1:]

Hello friends, I hold you dear

But I've an ever-present fear

Of this town, of my surroundings

The doctor told me, "Son, well you've got a case of

[Chorus 1:]

Limited scenery

But the view looks beautiful behind those factories

And if you were to back out now

You would never hear the end of it

From the likes of me"

That's what he said to me

[Verse 2:]

On my way to work I ran into a guy

Who looked out of place, I couldn't explain why

Void of all expression, he asked me for directions

I said, "I could use some myself

I would settle for one myself"

[Chorus 2:]

And I could draw 45 parallels

Between the city that we're living in and hell

And no act of prosperity or charity or candor

Could save a wretch like me

From where he chose to be

Chose to be, chose to be, chose to be

[Bridge:]

Dust off a record, needle down

I'm a tree without a root in the ground

That celebrated birthday crown

Didn't mean near half as much to me then as it does now

[Outro:]

Clean b-b-breaks are better than slow fades, slow fades

Clean breaks are not not better than slow fades, slow fades

Clean b-b-breaks are better than slow fades, slow fades

Clean breaks are not not better than slow fades, slow fades

Clean b-b-breaks are better than-