Backyard Tire Fire Everybody's Down
Everybody’s depressed
Everybody’s down
Everybody’s on drugs
In this damn town
Everybody’s been chewed up and spit out
On to the plate of life and death and sickness and hate
Sometimes I don’t think I can do it anymore
Sometimes I don’t think I can do it anymore
Everybody’s so stressed
And it’s all the same
I think I’m at my best
When I’m out of the game
Everybody’s been chewed up and spit out
On to the plate of life and death and sickness and hate
Sometimes I don’t think I can do it anymore
Sometimes I don’t think I can do it
Anymore there ain’t nothin’ else you can do
Except keep on rollin’ until it’s through
Everybody’s depressed
Everybody’s down
Everybody’s on drugs
In this damn town
