Tampa Bay Song

Well it's hard to believe in much
When you're in Tampa Bay
And the coastline is drowning beneath all the sunshine
And condos and cocaine
And everyone around just waiting 'round here to be dead
From your rich grandma
On down through the crackheads

Well I guess that Florida's
The wrong kind of wasteland for me
And St. Petersburg is a city of ghosts and bad dream
But I don't go to college or California
Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
No, I don't go to college, or California

Well I'm not a nihilist
I just can't pledge allegiance to shit
And that goes just the same for your gods and your empires
And your scene politics
Now I'm not saying I'm not an asshole
Just that you're one too
But there's six billion of us
So I'm not saying nothing new

Straight edge never got me through
One single night this cold
But you know how that goes, or maybe you just really don't
But I don't go to college, or California
Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha!
No, I don't go to college, or California