Look around and what do you see Absolutley nothing and a dead palm tree Nothing to do in this white trash town But sit in my room with shades pulled down Will we ever make it out of this hell This sad place that we call home Everything we know has gone stale We're gonna get out there and do it on our own Everyday it's like one hundred degrees At the same packed ass beach The snow birds all seem to enjoy our town Well good they can have it, we just want out Will we ever make it out of this hell This sad place that we call home Everything we know has gone stale We're gonna get out and do it on our Take me home tonight I don't want to let you go till we see the light Take me home tonight Listen honey, just like Ronnie said Be my little baby Will we ever make it our of this hell This sad place that we call home Everything we know has gone stale We're gonna get out and do it on our own