City Of Gainesville
by Less Than Jake· from Gnv Fla
We have our master plan, bottled and canned
Living in the 352
Steps one and two
Walk home drunk, wake up confused
With a stranger next to you
The copied costumes and conversations
They seem to be totally making this
Into a strip mall kind of town
I use my credit card to buy alcohol
Student loan spent at the mall, and I
I may be going broke but I'm never broken down
We have our history, just you and me
But our future gets talked away
Steps three and four
Staying drunk, sit on this porch
Planning out how to escape
We're two truck stops off the interstate
The promised land with the twist of fate
We're a town for all the lost and found
So sleep tight in this smokey room
Still buzzed from this afternoon, and I
I may be going broke, but I'm never broken down