"P.C. Blues"
(somewhere south in a small retirement town)
As I walk down the street,
all of the homes are broken
In the sullen light of the campfire
I can see them drowning in naivete’
My friend’s a prostitute
I got kicked out of school
I dont want to go home
I lie about my bruises
I got no where to BE
the cops are chasing me
skateboarding is a crime
another trespass warrant
Where we gonna go, what are we gonna do?
They moved here for a fresh start
But it just started up again
The girl from math class is gone
she and her mom took off
her old man drank too much
all of the homes are broken
My neighbors are on coke
they stay up all night yelling
I want to DREAM, I want to LIVE
So bored I’m going crazy
Where we gonna go, what are we gonna do?