Let’s get the hell outta jersey
I can tell by the look on your face
That we gotta make a run for the car
That we have to go pretty damn far
That we have to find who we are
in the sirens and there big on liners
About eternities wasted on coffee on diners
Whose windows see
All the man made obscenities
A time, a place, an inerasable moment in space
Where us got lost in them
Where strait got lost in the bend
Where now got lost in then
Where silence got lost in the sirens and their big one liners
About eternities wasted on coffee in diners
With big windows to see
the man made obscenities
A radio tower made to look like a tree
A baby deer dead on route thirty three
A river of filth between you and me
In jersey no one rides for free
We have to get the hell out of here
Before our demons get clever
Before we get trapped forever
Before now becomes never
