I'm just a sitting
alone in my room
I'm just pretending
I'm singing to you
I'm just a tourist
In the town of my youth
Taking little snapshots
To stick in a book
I don't know you
You don't know me
I believe in the great outdoors
Makes the heart beat, opens up the pores
I don't know how you hang out
in the same club all the time
And smokey bars
Where old men use those same pick-up lines
Ashtrays and beer cans decorate your life
You look so tired and depressed
It makes your mother cry
All eyes on you (x4)
Fishnet stockings
Long black boots
They don't see you crying
They just see your roots
Show me the money
Take away my blues
We're all just living
The life we choose
And I don't know you
You don't know me
She believes in the great outdoors
Makes her heart beat, opens up her pores
I don't know…
Chorus
Children sniffing glue
It makes you sad
But what can you do
AZT the end approaches
Spray cans kill the cockroaches
I don't want to marry your son
Sure I'm not the only one
No place for protest music
CNN it's my best friend
It's because of the dress
My kitchen's in a mess
It's the wine I'm drinking
The thoughts I'm thinking
And I'm not sleeping
No place for protest music
