Well I just don't know why,    Or how you could think I should be satisfied    Watchin' you getting old and stoned    Well, I know you'll find somebody new to take your drunk ass home    I don't care what Bill or Jane says and does    This ain't half the place that it wishes it was    And I'm simply tired of hangin' round    So I'm leavin' in the mornin'    You and this ugly town we was born in    Ain't coming back 'less I find out it's burning down    I won't apologize for not giving a damn    Or the cynical bastard you know that I am    I'm just gonna walk out the door    I just can't find the sense in hangin' round    You and this twisted Midwestern breedin' ground anymore