Look around and what do you see   Absolutley nothing and a dead palm tree   Nothing to do in this white trash town   But sit in my room with shades pulled down      Will we ever make it out of this hell   This sad place that we call home   Everything we know has gone stale   We're gonna get out there and do it on our own      Everyday it's like one hundred degrees   At the same packed ass beach   The snow birds all seem to enjoy our town   Well good they can have it, we just want out      Will we ever make it out of this hell   This sad place that we call home   Everything we know has gone stale   We're gonna get out and do it on our      Take me home tonight   I don't want to let you go till we see the light   Take me home tonight   Listen honey, just like Ronnie said   Be my little baby      Will we ever make it our of this hell   This sad place that we call home   Everything we know has gone stale   We're gonna get out and do it on our own