[Music by 15. and Nick]
    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