I'm sitting on the corner of Loner Street checking my health
I bought a bag of peaches, I'll hoard 'em to myself
'Cause this moral compass is spinning round and round
And this self serving purpose, the only one I've ever known
Because, raised on the outskirts of a one horse town
My mama had me home every night when the sun went down
So I finished off what should've been done
And I chased a bloody dragon to the island of the rising sun
'Cause I've been stuck in this place now for way too long
Cant tell the difference 'tween, right and wrong
And this moral compass spinning round and round (and round, and round)
And self serving purpose, the only one I've ever known
Because this self serving purpose, the only one I've ever known
Because this self serving purpose, the only one I've ever known