WRITTEN BY PUSS JOHNSON
THE PEOPLE IN THE TOWN I LIVE
ARE STALE
THE ATMOSPHERE AND ALL THAT IS
STALE
THE ATTITUDES, THE PLATITUDES
STALE
NO MUSIC SCENE, NO SENSE OF STYLE
STALE
AND I JUST WANT TO GET THE HELL
OUTTA HERE
AND I JUST NEED TO GET THE FUCK
OUTTA HERE
THE FRIENDS THAT I HAVE LOVED AND LOST
STALE
THEIR MOLDY HANDS REACHING OUT TO ME
STALE
THIS FESTERING PLACE, SUFFOCATING SPACE
STALE
KNIVES IN MY BACK, LEECHES ON MY TAIL
STALE
AND I JUST WANT TO GET THE HELL
OUTTA HERE
YEAH I JUST NEED TO GET THE FUCK
OUTTA HERE
GET OUT
TAKE ME WITH YOU WHEN YOU GO
I DON'T WANNA BE HERE NO MORE
AND I JUST WANT TO GET THE HELL
OUTTA HERE
YEAH I JUST NEED TO GET THE FUCK
OUTTA HERE
(GET THE FUCK) OUT / (GET THE FUCK) STALE