When you’ve given up and you’re tired,
Hey, just go back to Madison.
Where all your friends were beautiful,
6 feet tall, and listened to what you’d call country.
Old school stuff like Garth Brooks and Billy Ray Fucking Cyrus.
You’re the dumpster baby doll whose trailer park pedigree’s come calling.
And you’ll head west down 94.
Milwaukee just isn’t the place anymore.
’cause now that you’ve got money you feel the same.
You’ll find unhappy between MLK and Main.
So head west down 94.
Down the middle coast.
Where you’re still the same tired whore,
And no one knows your name.