Rock-n-Roll Pizzeria - Less Than Jake

Man, it’s really strange

This city never stays the same

It’s always «I've got to keep on moving

And I’ve got to keep on going»

But just maybe it’s to keep itself sane

That it’s always «I've got to keep on moving

So I don’t have any feeling»

So I’m on my way out of this place

That has me turning numb

I’m on my way

All the feeling in this place

Has all up and gone

So with one hand on the wheel

The other out the window

With a smile on my face

And my middle finger up

With one hand on the wheel

This city’s going crazy

Without a care that it’s all fucked up