A'ight, say less, man Industry don't care 'bout us They only give a fuck when you kick up a fuss I'm seein' faces in the back of the bus They wonder why we die young when they push us to drugs I think I'm 'bout to punch someone Hear another lie from a man in a suit and tie I think I'm 'bout to kill someone If I lose my fuckin' mind Pet shop boys on the interstate You don't wanna win this way Hit my phone, hear it in my grave, uh I got this ringin' in my ears, don't wanna hear it Out my, out my head Get out, ah, ah-ah-ah Out my, out my head Get out, ah, ah-ah-ah I got a lot going on, can't you tell? (We don't wanna hear your sad story) fine I do what I do best, keep it all to myself She said, "What's goin' on?" I think we just don't gel I don't wanna open up to ya Nowadays, I gotta watch how I maneuver I be the shin, you can be the scooter I be the win, you can be the loser Pet shop boys on the interstate You don't wanna win this way Hear my phone ring in my grave, uh I got this ringin' in my ears, don't wanna hear it Out my, out my head Get out, ah, ah-ah-ah Out my, out my head Get out, ah, ah-ah-ah Pet shop boys on the interstate (out my, out my head) You don't wanna win this way (get out, ah, ah-ah-ah) Hear my phone ring in my grave (out my, out my head) I got this ringin' in my ears, don't wanna hear it Worse than good Worse than Best ain't good