Punks At The Rite-Aid

Punks at the Rite-Aid
Buying Band-Aids
California dirt under your nails

Blue hair in the snack aisle
Smiling
When you hand him a box of Cheez-Its

Car windows are dusty
Tires rusted through
And your shower's not working again

You got out of work late
Smelling like booze and cigs
But at least you're breathing

It's a scorching 101 degrees
And you're still wearing skinny jeans
Smashing bottles just for fun
Not taking shit from anyone

It's an empty town
But you're an empty kid
Not much to life
In a place like this

Hitting the smoke shop
In your fucked up beater
That grandma left you

The meth-heads are at it
Cutting traffic
Someone's gonna get flattened again

Small towns like this one
Make you wanna run
Til you've worn through your Docs

For the now the boys and you
Got lots to do
It's another beautiful damn day

It's a scorching 101 degrees
And you're still in black skinny jeans
Pissing on your neighbor's lawn
Not taking shit from anyone

It's an empty town
But you're an empty kid
Not much to life
In a place like this

Keeping the ones that you love close
And your critics far, far away
Burning the candle at both ends
Holding the demons at arm's length

You're screaming to the void
Don't let me disappear

I gotta get outta here