Come on, ain't I too uptownnnTo be flanked by pariahsnnEvery place that I frequent.nnLow budget call girls and their sordid clients.nnEw. I'm surrounded by heathens.nnnThis brother just wanna go homennOr everybody else to leave.nnnAin't a goddamn one of you nnDipshit American pricks here with morals.nnOh excuse me, convictionsnnGs, scenesters, yuppies, guidos.nnWhat should I call you?nnFucking hollow traditions.nnnThis brother just wanna go homennOr everybody else to leave.nnYou trendies and all of your clonesnnAre the equivalent of shit to me.nnMan, what a lame ass time and place to be alive.nnFuck it.nnnHave I stooped so low handcuffed in pajamasnnIn front of Momma.nnHave you ever sold coke to a high school acquaintancennAt a highway McdonaldsnnAnd felt like a faithless wretch that the world just swallowed?nnnThis brother just wanna go homennOr everybody else to leave.nnThese yuppies and all of their blownnAre the equivalent of shit to me.nnMake it a car bomb and captain n cokennAnd I'm gonna need a L.I.T.nnThis brother just wanna just wanna go home.nnDude, I ain't got the stomach to dance.nnWhere my car keys?nn