Factory workers spend their nights,
Picking fights with the goths and emos,
The buses come and the buses go,
And the slaves clock-out with all the zeros,
The wannabe wives with the white picket lives,
Decorate their identical houses,
The highlight of this town,
Is how the beer makes you fall down,
And some of us are lost and some of us are found,
And some will drink it all away.
I wanna be true and I wanna be pure,
Sometimes it doesn't work that way,
And we all feel the same in the end,
Commiting little treasons, praying to the ceilings,
That someone's gonna save us,
Someone's gonna save us from the sins, of Middletown.
And a father tells his son he won't amount to anyone,
'Cause that's what his father used to say,
When he was young and drunk,
And inside he's as lonely as Judas,
Just a stupid grown up kid with a broken heart,
And some of us loose and some of us fight,
And some of us fight again.
I wanna play safe, I wanna keep away,
My heart says go all in,
And we all bleed the same in the end.
Commiting little treasons, praying to the ceilings,
That someone's gonna save us,
Someone's gonna save us from the sins of Middletown,
Middletown, Middletown.
We all feel the same oh yeah in the end,
We all feel the same,
We all feel the same in the end,
We all feel the same in the end in Middletown.
