PCW Lyrics

Just a kid to come from California

Grass is greener in-a Arizona

Grass is dead and no one there to mourn ya

So it's back to northern California

See the kid who going up Seattle

Family Biz in Texas herding cattle

Tried to step from underneath the shadow

Now he's stuck in bumfuck Seattle

Kid from Jersey flew on out to Portland

Blew it on a one bedroom apartment

Woke up sick and puking in the morning

Ain't no cure for hangovers in Portland

Peep the kid who's on the way to Eugene

Never been the kind to take the morphine

Much more suited to the taste of roofies

Now he's taking classes up in Eugene, yeah

So what will you do when it's you

When the proud are the few

When the sea touches me

Will you see what's to be

Cuz I get no love from the P C Dub

So I'm back on my shit once again

Kid crossed the side of Mississippi

Kid gets away from all the hippies

Kid seeing double kinda trippy

Did kid even cross the Mississippi

This kid swings on down to Florida

This kid thought he could afford a

First class ticket kinda sorta

First class just ain't the same in Florida

Hope is light and bright for the kid in Maine

Far from home alone and without any shame

Kid forgot the meaning of a parents' name

Now he's just another nameless kid in Maine

Kid took a train to Pennsylvania

Philly bound and Rocky roads to train ya

Place kinda feels like Transylvania

Guess it kinda sucks in Pennsylvania, yeah

So what will you do when it's you

When the proud are the few

When the sea touches me

Will you see what's to be

Cuz I just get hate from those east coast states

So I'm back on my shit once again

In the city nobody can see me

On the coast I fly my color freely

Just for show, cuz honestly I'm leaving

Such a pity everyone can see me

Found a corn to shuck out in Nebraska

In the fields where nobody can ask ya

Is you life zooming on past ya

Time to get the fuck out of Nebraska

Maybe I'm the constant factor

Everywhere I go I get sadder

Every time I leave I turn back to

That one thing that I forgot to factor

Turns out home is where the heart beats

Mine hasn't made a sound in three weeks

I might be deaf I hear the phone beep

Pick it up and listen for the heartbeat, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh

So what will you do when it's you

When the proud are the few

When the sea touches me

Will you see what's to be

Cuz I get no love from the P C Dub

So I'm back on my shit once again