The Ocean Front - Dead End Kids Lyrics

Down in the basement filled with empty beer cans, smoke
Not much to hold on to when you're always broke
Look around and see what you've got, is it worth to stay
Is there anyone who would put up with this fate

Straight outta school to the stockroom to slave
Quite deterrent image of life
Self-improving to avoid the fall
If there's no other way

Five thousand miles in a month once a year
Worth all the troubles we face
Returning home if you've got one to start
All over the whole rat race

Hitting the road leaving nothing behind
Nothing to lose we've got all we desire
DEAD END KIDS