Next Exit

[midnightwaltz]

We ain't going to the town
We're going to the city
Gonna track this shit around
And make this place a heart
To be a part of
We ain't going to the town
We're going to the city
Gonna track this shit around
And make this place a heart
To be a part of
Again

We're going...we're going
And we're gone
We're going...we're going
And we're gone

So baby make it with me in preparation for tonight
We've got so much to leave
That's not what makes this right
You've been building up steam
Ignited by this fight
So do this thing with me
Instead of tying on a tight one tonight

We're going...we're going
And we're gone

We ain't going to the town
We're going to the city
Gonna track this shit around
And make this place a heart
To be a part of
Again

God came to me again, yesterday. Except, by sunrise. Why? I do not know, I cannot fathom or theorize. I said "Mexico sounds like a great idea." You laughed. I'm ready to pack it all up and take the flame to this town; dying of the cancer that spreads through it's lungs. I'm growing tired of the motions and am ready for a foreign tongue. Show me where to sign, pack a nine in your girdle. I am ready to begin my quest, to destroy the world.