[Music by 15. and Nick]      I used to like this town   Now everything just gets me down   Everything we do   Is only destructive   I used to want   To live in a house   How many houses did we have to smash   To make one for ourselves   We're gonna keep on driving till it kills us   We're gonna drink and some until it kills us   We're gonna keep on shooting till there's no one left   This is what we call intelligence   Your listening to a slab of vinyl   It's a by-product of making gas   We don't need way for oil   We need it for punk rock records   See you later I'm outta here   I gonna learn to fish with a spear   I'm gonna eat a deer far away from here   We're gonna keep on driving till it kills us   We're gonna keep on shooting till there's no one left   This is what we call intelligence