Stoned Again - Evangelicals

They’re not my type here, I might leave here

When I die I wanna leave a trail of desperation so clear

You can see it from the moon

But you don’t know me but you might see me

Riding shirtless in the backseat of a '93 Suzuki Sidekick

Flipping off the police.

The higher you get the harder you land

I should know, I’m stoned again.

And all this lying, cheating, stealing, hating

So unbelievable.

They’re not quite right here, I can feel it

And i go to football games

Sit in the bleachers, teachers talking

I watch the poms

And you don’t know me but you might see me

Out in severe weather warnings lighting matches

I’m not changing, you’re all freaky I’m just sayin…

The lower you drop the further your friends

I should know, I’m stoned again

And all the breakups, townies, …breakdowns, breaking up

So unbelievable.

I want to leave this town

It isn’t hard but I’ve come to survive

It isn’t smart to hang around

It makes me weak oh but i’m still alive

They tear you apart

They will tear you apart