I work this dead end job for a salary of failure
Nothing will be accomplished as long as I'm here
I really need to break this fucking shell
Stop being so insecure and awkward as hell
But surrounded by these people, influenced this
Because its all cliques, close mindedness
Where to be typical is great, and to have a mind ignored
To where alcoholism is valued by the rich and the bored

I feel like I'm better, but I feel like I'm not
And I'm about to give up on everything I've fought
But the aspirations of people are for the status quo
I don't belong here, and I just want to know

Where do I go? Where do I stand?
California really is some sort of promise land
But how many of those promises are really kept?
When I'm destined to a life of loneliness and debt

But even so, for myself, I want to break out
For the smallest chance to end my own self doubt
But for now I'm stuck with half ass parties and cheap weed and beer
Stuck with Right Wingers who hate all queers

Stuck in a land of ignorance and fear
But this town's not free of evil, I'm standing right here.

And when this town kicks my ass and tries to win in this war
It'll grab me by the throat and then will throw me to the floor
It'll rape and strangle me, stomp in my fucking head
But this town won't have its way with me until I'm fucking dead