Lyrics
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If I don't go
I grew up in a small town
Where drinking was religion and religion wasn't fixing the problem
And nothing could solve 'em
We were blue collar working class
Us swinging the hammer was the final nail in the coffin
Plagued by political nonsense
Oh, if I don't get up and leave
God only knows where I'll be
Stuck in a rut, not giving a fuck about anything or anyone
Drowning in drink and cigarette smoke
Devil's got his hands around my throat
And I can't ignore all the sirens ringing in my ears
If I don't go, I'm gonna die here (whoa)
If I don't go, I'm gonna die here (whoa)
I remember the night when
On the West End, I hit a dead end running from the Reaper
He was dressed like a dealer
And I can't escape my best friend only made it to 18
The only one who could save me
Now there's no one to save me
If I don't get up and leave
God only knows where I'll be
Stuck in a rut, not giving a fuck about anything or anyone
Drowning in drink and cigarette smoke
Devil's got his hands around my throat
And I can't ignore all the sirens ringing in my ears
If I don't go, I'm gonna die here (whoa)
If I don't go, I'm gonna die here (whoa)
If I don't go, if I don't go, I'm gonna die here
I grew up in a small town
Where drinking was religion and religion wasn't fixing the problem
And nothing could solve 'em
Oh, if I don't get up and leave (up and leave)
God only knows where I'll be (where I'll be)
Stuck in a rut, not giving a fuck about anything or anyone
Drowning in drink and cigarette smoke
Devil's got his hands around my throat
And I can't ignore all the sirens ringing in my ears
If I don't go, I'm gonna die here (whoa)
If I don't go, I'm gonna die here (whoa)
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