I could look out my mothers window for hours and hours and hours
I could watch the tree's line the mountains, cutting through electrical towers
Or I could go into our room and watch you put on your make up
Cause you're going out. You're going out but not me
I'm not going out!
And I can hear the boiler, it's over flowing
I can hear Joe Strummer
But your good friend got some bad news, some bad news
Ah shit man, that's it's a real bummer
Now I'm going out
Not staying in
F*ck these crowds