[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