I’ve had enough
Broad Street’s bust
And the hazy fog around the Bullring’s
Killed my lust
And Paradise Circus is anything but
And it all just feels forgettable

Get a ticket, it’s time to get away
Don’t deviate from the sunset
For the sake of a wage
Suntan, sand, white waves on the rocks
And then reality hits you
Like a Jack-In-The-Box
Where all the Pretty, pretty people
Go to play

Five days in and no nights off
A paradise lost to a Rushkinoff cough
And I’m begging for
A bed that feels familiar.
Close your eyes and clack your heels
As the yellow bricks they slowly reveal
Free shots, cheap pills, free booze, cheap thrills
She said home is where the heart was

Get a ticket, it’s time to get away
Don’t deviate from the sunset
For the sake of a wage
Suntan, sand, white waves on the rocks
And then reality hits you
Like a Jack-In-The-Box
Where all the Pretty, pretty people
Go to play.