Lyrics
Aight, say less, man
Industry don't care about us
They only give a fuck when you kick up a fuss
I'm seein' faces in the back of the bus
They wonder why we die young when they push us to drugs
Think I'm about to punch someone
Hear another lie from a man in a suit and tie
Think I'm about to kill someone
If I lose my fucking mind
Pet Shop Boys on the interstate
You don't wanna win this way
Hear my phone, hear it in my grave, uh
I got this ringin' in my ears, don't wanna hear it
Out my, out my head
Get out, ah, ah-ah-ah
Out my, out my head
Get out, ah, ah-ah-ah
I've got a lot goin' on, can't you tell?
(We don't wanna hear your sad story, story) fine
I do what I do best, keep it all to myself
She said, "What's goin' on?" I think we just don't gel
I don't wanna open up to ya
Nowadays, I gotta watch how I maneuver
I'll be the shins, you can be the scooter
I'll be the win, you can be the loser
Pet Shop Boys on the interstate
You don't wanna win this way
Hear my phone, heart it in grave, uh
I got this ringin' in my ears, don't wanna hear it
Out my, out my head
Get out, ah, ah-ah-ah
Out my, out my head
Get out, ah, ah-ah-ah
Pet Shop Boys on the interstate (out my, out my head)
You don't wanna win this way (get out, ah, ah-ah-ah)
Hear my phone, hear it in my grave (out my, out my head)
I got this ringin' in my ears, don't wanna hear it
Worse than good
Worse than
Best ain't good
