I got one, two, three, fournfive, six, seven, eightnnine years living in this city and smog,nand that's nine good reasons to be moving on.nnI've been living hand to mouthnon these low down streets.nNow I'm moving out where the grass,nthe grass grows green.nnI got one, two, three, fournfive months a back rent been holding me down.nI got a guy or two that been hanging around.nGot a 30 year itch, yet I'm only 19.nnAnd I'm leaving this townnbefore they send,nsend the law.nnStealing, stealing my way back home.nLeaving, leaving it all alone.nCarry my high, carry my low.nLeaving by the back door.nnI got no shoes,nI'm mixed up with some fools.nI got aches and I'm cold,nmy mind grates, I feel old.nI got so many drawbacks from this city of smog.nI got problems from my head nand right down to my feet.nnAnd it seems so crazy cause I'm,nnot old yet!nnGonna' leave this town of booze and cigarettes,nfind me a place with a country style feel. (Yeehaw!)nRamble the highways in search of a meal.nSo long as I leave this city and it's crystalnmethamphetamines,nGoddamn drug scene!nnStealing, stealing my way back home.nLeaving, leaving it all alone.nCarry my high, carry my low.nLeaving by the back door.nnCaptive to a borrowed country,nborrowed identity.nUnblinking weight,nshared commodity.nThe world is skipping,non another road.nthe world is finding themselvesnin a frustrated tangle.nOh oh oh, oh oh oh.nnAnd if the world understood there'd be peace!nAnd if the world understood there'd be peace!nAnd if the world understood there'd be peace!