These four walls and late nights brooding Never changing, never moving It seems, it seems momentum's at a crawl
The ants are in the kitchen The mice are in the walls This noise in my head Could make this building fall, yeah
I've got to get out of here And I gotta get out, now, before I crack
Mac and cheese and minute rice And instant pleasure's always nice It seems, it seems Real things take much too long
And I say now's the time to take a stand And sit back down, hasty young man Did you really think the world and all that it's offered Could have done you so much wrong? Oh, yeah
I've got to get out of here And I gotta get out, now, before I crack
South East, 101 forever South East, 101 till I die South East, 101 forever South East, 101 till I die