I used to like this town Now everything just gets me down
Everything we do Is only destructive I used to want To live in a house
How many houses did we have to smash
To make one for ourselves We're gonna keep on driving till it kills us
We're gonna drink and some until it kills us
We're gonna keep on shooting till there's no one left
This is what we call intelligence
Your listening to a slab of vinyl
It's a by-product of making gas We don't need way for oil We need it for punk rock records
See you later I'm outta here
I gonna learn to fish with a spear
 I'm gonna eat a deer far away from here
 We're gonna keep on driving till it kills us
 We're gonna keep on shooting till there's no one left
 This is what we call intelligence