Hesitation is no alternative, there's no time to think,
I just take the first bus to escape... From out of here
I don't wanna talk to this stupid people in this boring city
Please don't ask me to stay... For one minute more
I turn around and run!
I could do my best to write a poem about this horror
But I'm too fucked up to rhyme... So I don't rhyme!
If you ever go to a place like this, just make sure
You don't miss the last train back home
I gotta gotta go
Where? Oh my God, I don't even know
But I gotta get away from here
