USPS

You're always thinking of the old world You're never running out of man holes to fall You never talk about the next world You're always starring at the sun on the wall Your new apocalypse impending Where there's destruction, there's an outlet for fun And that's why Jesus made the sidewalk So you would always have a safe place to run Hey, kid, better not run away You always go from nowhere to nowhere There's new faces and they frown like the old ones And they always go from nowhere to nowhere I don't need no help I don't need no help I don't need no help I don't need no help I don't need no help I don't need no help I don't need no help I don't need no help Hey, kid, better not run away You always go from nowhere to nowhere There's new faces and they frown like the old ones And they always go from nowhere to nowhere (ah) Hey, kid, better not run away You always go from nowhere to nowhere There's new faces and they frown like the old ones And they always go from nowhere to nowhere