Never Again Minnesota
Stuck in a humdrum, got one drum to which they all move
This bleak white conundrum I come from has nothing to prove
I know what I know and I know it's never enough
I'll show them all when the snow falls that I'm fucking tough
So maybe I'll move to Seattle
Start fresh and make some new friends
Far from the clay mines and cattle
Closer to my bitter end
The question of my constitution
Shaking out here in the ice
Has no simple cure or solution
So I'll just start rolling the dice
I may be a critical failure
I may be a miserable hack
But I've got the mouth of a sailor
And I've got the wind at my back
So I'll be a fever unbreaking
I'll be my own person, they'll see
The whole world is mine for the taking
I'm not going back, I'm not going back, you can't make me
Tacoma to Renton, my old home relentlessly calls
In the streets, a barista, in the sheets, I am nothing at all
The need to confess how this mess manifests in my lungs
At least to express my especially venomous tongue
So maybe I'll walk through the market
Ride the White Horse til' I'm numb
Find a dark alley and mark it
My legacy in bubblegum
Out here is the Kingdom and Power
Out here is the Glory, Amen
Out here, we're just crops to devour
It's fine if I'm sad now and then
No one is really an ally
No one will honor a truce
So when someone acts like a bad guy
No one will make an excuse
A feature set for a Piroshky
Headline in Bellevue for free
6 nights a week dark and smoky
I'm not going back, I'm not going back, you can't make me
This bleak white conundrum I come from has nothing to prove
I know what I know and I know it's never enough
I'll show them all when the snow falls that I'm fucking tough
So maybe I'll move to Seattle
Start fresh and make some new friends
Far from the clay mines and cattle
Closer to my bitter end
The question of my constitution
Shaking out here in the ice
Has no simple cure or solution
So I'll just start rolling the dice
I may be a critical failure
I may be a miserable hack
But I've got the mouth of a sailor
And I've got the wind at my back
So I'll be a fever unbreaking
I'll be my own person, they'll see
The whole world is mine for the taking
I'm not going back, I'm not going back, you can't make me
Tacoma to Renton, my old home relentlessly calls
In the streets, a barista, in the sheets, I am nothing at all
The need to confess how this mess manifests in my lungs
At least to express my especially venomous tongue
So maybe I'll walk through the market
Ride the White Horse til' I'm numb
Find a dark alley and mark it
My legacy in bubblegum
Out here is the Kingdom and Power
Out here is the Glory, Amen
Out here, we're just crops to devour
It's fine if I'm sad now and then
No one is really an ally
No one will honor a truce
So when someone acts like a bad guy
No one will make an excuse
A feature set for a Piroshky
Headline in Bellevue for free
6 nights a week dark and smoky
I'm not going back, I'm not going back, you can't make me
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Writer(s): Jupiter Zirkua
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