I’m just a sitting alone in my room I’m just pretending I’m singing to you I’m just a tourist In the town of my youth Taking little snapshots To stick in a book I don’t know you You don’t know me
I believe in the great outdoors Makes the heart beat, opens up the pores I don’t know how you hang out in the same club all the time And smokey bars Where old men use those same pick-up lines Ashtrays and beer cans decorate your life You look so tired and depressed It makes your mother cry
All eyes on you (x4)
Fishnet stockings Long black boots They don’t see you crying They just see your roots
Show me the money Take away my blues We’re all just living The life we choose
And I don’t know you You don’t know me
She believes in the great outdoors Makes her heart beat, opens up her pores I don’t know…
Chorus
Children sniffing glue It makes you sad But what can you do AZT the end approaches Spray cans kill the cockroaches I don’t want to marry your son Sure I’m not the only one No place for protest music CNN it’s my best friend It’s because of the dress My kitchen’s in a mess It’s the wine I’m drinking The thoughts I’m thinking And I’m not sleeping No place for protest music