Rock-N-Roll Pizzeria

Man, it's really strange This city never stays the same It's always "I've got to keep on moving And I've got to keep on going" But just maybe it's to keep itself sane That it's always "I've got to keep on moving So I don't have any feeling" So I'm on my way out of this place That has me turning numb I'm on my way All the feeling in this place Has all up and gone So with one hand on the wheel The other out the window With a smile on my face And my middle finger up With one hand on the wheel This city's going crazy Without a care that it's all f**ked up