Fempathy; - Peach State Blues Lyrics

You couldn't make it with the taxman
He couldn't keep it in his bedpan
So he decided to dump it all out on you
All of the lines you see are college-ruled
You thought you'd try your luck with trade school
Tell me, what's a homegrown Benny boy now to do?
Ooooh, while your camera goes unused
But you don't care, because you really just want some food
Dollar by dollar, you're eaten away
And your parents have nothing helpful to say
While they bleed you dry
And you pick up a basket of fries
So Jersey wasn't down with your groove
And you decided on a big move
Or was that not what you had in mind at all?
You got the same job and a new girl
You knew that you had something to prove
Is it really success if you trash your favorite dress?
Ooooh, and you know there's hell to pay
You know you can't stay, you cannot stay
But that really isn't your choice to make
Did you really make a big mistake?
I'm not the one to tell you
What to do
You know it's great when
Dreams die south of the Garden State
You know you're free when
You can't take a bite from your peach tree
You know you see that
The world moves along without you and me
You know it's true
When you're stuck with the Peach State Blues