Leaving
I'm still stuck in this dead end job
I swear that I will be leaving
I won't die in this deadbeat place
I've got such a good Feeling
And so don't we all
I'm running to hills
I'm running away
I'm trying to spill my guts to faith
Cause I'm looking to kill
The city of saints
Without a hope in hell
Moving west to the mountains
I can't be in this nowhere town
There's nothin left to believe in
I can't take all of these heartless punks
Cause no hearts here are worth stealin
There's no more thrills here left to conquer
But I really can't wait much longer
I'm running to hills
I'm running away
I'm trying to spill my guts to faith
Cause I'm looking to kill
The city of saints
Without a hope in hell
Moving west to the mountains
I can't speak to these "hardly folks"
Cause no one here even sees me
There's nothing left to this fucked up joke
I'm leaving here believe me
I'm running to hills
I'm running away
I'm dying to spill my guts to faith
Cause I'm looking to kill
The city of saints
Without a hope in hell
I'm looking for pills
Or something to chase
All the broken roads
And razor blades back home
I'm running away
I'm ditching my phone
And I'm moving west to the mountains
I swear that I will be leaving
I won't die in this deadbeat place
I've got such a good Feeling
And so don't we all
I'm running to hills
I'm running away
I'm trying to spill my guts to faith
Cause I'm looking to kill
The city of saints
Without a hope in hell
Moving west to the mountains
I can't be in this nowhere town
There's nothin left to believe in
I can't take all of these heartless punks
Cause no hearts here are worth stealin
There's no more thrills here left to conquer
But I really can't wait much longer
I'm running to hills
I'm running away
I'm trying to spill my guts to faith
Cause I'm looking to kill
The city of saints
Without a hope in hell
Moving west to the mountains
I can't speak to these "hardly folks"
Cause no one here even sees me
There's nothing left to this fucked up joke
I'm leaving here believe me
I'm running to hills
I'm running away
I'm dying to spill my guts to faith
Cause I'm looking to kill
The city of saints
Without a hope in hell
I'm looking for pills
Or something to chase
All the broken roads
And razor blades back home
I'm running away
I'm ditching my phone
And I'm moving west to the mountains
Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Cox, Raygun Bandits
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