they said it'd be great

they said it'd be great
but what a lie
the people here
like to play i spy
they stare out the corner
of their folded eyes
i dont really like
the sight of these guys
we've tried to meet people
done the club thing
went to a place
where people sing
they dont let her in
got a limit on age
kinda strange
threw her into a rage
so im writin songs
about what ive seen
the people here
really quite mean
segregated town
and the weathers rundown
cops on horses
and there's strangers around
we're in an apartment
payin out the ass
more than its worth
but lifes a gas
my girls out now
buyin things
got my guitar
and the truth rings
this place's no good
the people bad
the foods alright
the place a fad
they called it irish
but its just boring
trains are dead
people practically snoring
and the musics shit
got no life
people in bars
absent of strife