[Music by 15. and Nick]



I used to like this town

Now everything just gets me down

Everything we do

Is only destructive

I used to want

To live in a house

How many houses did we have to smash

To make one for ourselves

We're gonna keep on driving till it kills us

We're gonna drink and some until it kills us

We're gonna keep on shooting till there's no one left

This is what we call intelligence

Your listening to a slab of vinyl

It's a by-product of making gas

We don't need way for oil

We need it for punk rock records

See you later I'm outta here

I gonna learn to fish with a spear

I'm gonna eat a deer far away from here

We're gonna keep on driving till it kills us

We're gonna keep on shooting till there's no one left

This is what we call intelligence