Have I turned my back on Minneapolis?
Ok, alright
Maybe I should move to Los Angeles
Ok, alright
We'll come back here if you want to
Say the word, maybe it's ok with you
But what about me?
Something as wrong as this mentality
Ok, alright
Just makes this place a bigger tragedy
Ok, alright
We don't have to stick around
Just say the word, maybe it's alright with you
But what about me?
Don't look up, don't look down
Don't keep me locked up in this town
The cold, sub-creative,
Stupid, manipulative atmosphere
I don't belong in your sick comedy
Try making sense, try making harmony
Ok, alright
Please don't make me stick around
Just say the word, maybe it's a home for you
But what about me?
Don't look up, don't look down
Don't keep me locked up in this town
The cold, sub-creative,
Stupid, manipulative atmosphere
Laid to rest, my soul remains
An hysterical disease
Try to stop me if you please
Will it hurt to make your first mistake?
Will you tell me how it feels?
Cause they're always right
Never wrong in spite
Of the painful irony
How can this be?
Maybe i'll take my own advice and just leave
Leave
Don't look up, don't look down
Don't keep me locked up
Have I paid my debt to Minneapolis?
Maybe I should move to Los Angeles
You won't go
No matter what you're going through
No matter what you did or said you'd do
Don't run away, so inclined to take the easy way
Someone get me out of this place
I will leave