Young and Insane

In this town
There is nothing at all
But a brown
School and a dead shopping mall
The record store is execrable
We sit around blowing bubbles
'Cause we’re young and insane
And we’re running away for the summer
We’re deprived and depraved
And we won’t get away with it, young and insane
When you’re free
In an antique car
For a week
You will know who you are
In uninhabitable
We go out to jump in puddles
'Cause we’re young and insane
And we’re running away for the summer
We’re deprived and depraved
And we won’t get away with it, young and insane