Sweet Home Cananada lyrics
by Jeff Rosenstock
I heard from you today by digital replay
You told me that you care, you'll help from over there
I say we’re not the same, it's falling on deaf ears
At eighty miles an hour and I forget to steer
And if I wrap my car around the guardrails, ain't got sh*t to do with you
So drop the act, I know your true agenda
Can’t live with the mistakes, I'll move out of the states
To South America or north to Canada
I lived four years of lies, I lost faith in mankind
With no one to befriend, I guess this is the end
And it's not glorious like in the movies, explosion and a note
It's more like driving as far away as possible alone
And please don't say goodbye to remind me you're alive
You've been dead to me since I started feeling dead inside
So don't look down on me and say we feel the same
’Cause we don’t
I'm checking out, I’m f*cking done
Kiss my fat ass, I'm giving up
Eat sh*t and die, I'm taking off
Have a nice life, have a nice death
I'm checking out, I’m f*cking done
Kiss my fat ass, I'm giving up
Eat sh*t and die, I'm taking off
Have a nice life, have a nice death
I'm checking out