[Verse 1]
This town's too small for me
Been dead since the late-80s (Yeah)
I'd say it's suitable
But all the locals hate me (What the hell ails you!?)
[Chorus]
I'm not those folks
They've got nothing left to tell
Oh god, oh no
Another year trapped here in he–
[Verse 2]
Yeah, they don't know what I've got now
Won't be long 'til I blow up
'Cause I think that I'm an icon
But all my friends say I'm a– (Cunt)
And my neighbor with the gold tooth
Says I'm steering my life wrong
Yeah, he knows he'll live and die here
I can't think of a worse thought
[Chorus]
I'm not those folks
They've got nothing left to tell
Oh god, oh no
Another year trapped here in hell
I'm in hell
[Verse 3]
Heather at the hi-fi store
She hates my guts, I don't know why (Check!)
Guitars I don't want on lay-away
No rivals, no supply
I just need some time to get my music into gear
And once I do, I'll finally cross the ocean
Sail away from here
[Bridge]
Oh no, oh no
When I'm home, I get the urge to kill myself
Hello, hello
Do they know my art is bound to serve me well?
I'll be that star from a small town who proved all the locals wrong
It's a rags-to-riches story
[Chorus]
I'm not those folks
They've got nothing left to tell
Oh god, oh no
Another year trapped here in hell
(I'm not those folks)
I'm in hell (I'm not those folks)