"Small Town Syndrome" lyrics - MAKE THEM SUFFER

[Verse 1: Sean Harmanis, Sean Harmanis & Alex Reade]
Blew another, blew another, blew another gasket
With two in the trunk, one in the back
Fill another, fill another, fill another casket
Go fuel at the pump and hit the gas
Gotta get out, foot down and go go go
Gotta get out, or it's your funeral
Gotta get out, get out and go go go
This city talks, trust me

[Chorus: Sean Harmanis, Alex Reade, both]
Everybody knows
Everybody knows you're a mess
(Get up and go) Everybody knows
That you wear the blood on your hands
(That's) That's everybody
Even your skeletons
Remember what you did
It's not your paranoia
You're in the city of the dead
City of the dead

[Post-Chorus: Sean Harmanis]
So take a look outside
The condition
It's small town syndrome
And big time lows

[Verse 2: Sean Harmanis, Alex Reade, both]
You hardly knew them just avert your eyes
Freeway exit closing, put your foot down and drive
Gotta get out, foot down and go go go
Gotta get out, or it's your funeral
Gotta get out, get out and go go go
This city talks, and I know

[Chorus: Sean Harmanis, Alex Reade, both]
Everybody knows
Everybody knows you're a mess
(Get up and go) Everybody knows
That you wear the blood on your hands
(That's) That's everybody
Even your skeletons
Remember what you did
(Bloodsucker)
Just strap yourself in, motherfucker

[Breakdown: Sean Harmanis]
Now you're approaching the skyline
And as your shoot through the sunrise
(Just think)

[Refrain: Alex Reade]
You gave it all away to feel alone
You gave it all away to feel, and you feel alone

[Outro: Alex Reade, Sean Harmanis]
Even your skeletons
Remember what you did
Feel alone
Even your skeletons
Remember what you did
Feel alone