We all live in a small town   Just two miles from the highway   We have nice modular homes and modular thoughts   If you don’t know what to say      We live so close to a strip mall   Kids buy clothes there when they want to rebel   There's nothing you can’t buy or sell    In this suburb from hell      And you can work at a shitty job   Work until the day is done   Get up next time just the same   Try to hang on      We're such a great place for families    We have all kinds of weekend activities   The best one if you're down on your luck   Is to hit the parking lot and get yourself all fucked up      Take a beer from your backpack   Drink it till the last ones gone   Make the world your carousel   Try to hang on      Maybe that’s why the best minds my generation   Stayed drunk or high   Robbed of all ambition   They watched their hero’s die   And become plastic parts in a franchise   They don’t say why but they realize ohh ohh      So i go down to the parking lot   Feels like I’m carrying a ton   Gotta get outta this town    Try to hang on