This town's too hot
And borderline racist, I can tell from your faces
That you wanna escape from here
Oh it's so clear

You complain about the scene
Won't run a show or start a zine
But the first thing out of your mouth
Is how you wanna move North or South

But living central is a handful
No beach or palm trees that I can see from here
Farming and the art scene
The ag kids wear real tree camo 'round the year

I'll pack up my friends
Sing for days on end
As we march forward to a better city
Where the weather is nice and the downtown ain't shitty

But living central is a handful
No beach and palm trees that I can see from here
Farming and the art scene
The ag kids wear real tree camo 'round the year