One way in, no way out One way street in a two star town Empty buses go round and round Lips are moving, they make no sound No sound Make no sound It feels like a prison with no good reason No one ever listens to my indecision I've made my mind up I'll never wind up here No more worries, end of story This story This story You can try it here but you'll drop it after a while There's nothing else to do than leave here with a style At first you like it here then you hate it after a while There is nothing more to do than leave here with a style You can try it here but you'll drop it after a while There's nothing else to do than leave here with a style At first you like it here then you hate it after a while There is nothing more to do than leave here with a style Style Style Style