This City's Dead Lyrics

Chorus:
I hate this place, but I can't leave
Suffocation, I can't breathe
Everybody's so complacent
I hate this place, but I can't change it
This city's dead (x12)

Television or petty crime - how will you spend your free
time?
A pack of smokes and a case of beer
Another work week's almost here
Idle hands with an idle education
The city's empty plans for rejuvenation
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Gimme somethin' to pass my time, divert my attention from
the Greyhound station

(Chorus)

Disco plays on the oldies station
I switch the radio off
All the other frequencies are too boring and too soft
Local bands all sound like shit, or break up like a
teenage love
Won't have my idle hands involved in any of the above

(Chorus)