USPS

You're always thinking of the old world
You're never running out of man holes to fall
You never talk about the next world
You're always starring at the sun on the wall
Your new apocalypse impending
Where there's destruction, there's an outlet for fun
And that's why Jesus made the sidewalk
So you would always have a safe place to run

Hey, kid, better not run away
You always go from nowhere to nowhere
There's new faces and they frown like the old ones
And they always go from nowhere to nowhere

I don't need no help
I don't need no help
I don't need no help
I don't need no help
I don't need no help
I don't need no help
I don't need no help
I don't need no help

Hey, kid, better not run away
You always go from nowhere to nowhere
There's new faces and they frown like the old ones
And they always go from nowhere to nowhere (ah)

Hey, kid, better not run away
You always go from nowhere to nowhere
There's new faces and they frown like the old ones
And they always go from nowhere to nowhere