Junk City Nowhere - D.O.A.
Hadn't seen you for a while
But things still felt close
When your brother Bob called me
I felt a big chunk slip away
A big chunk of me died that day
When Bob felt your hand
It was ice cold
The junk had done its business
You got a hit that was too bold
And they say the coast ain't that cold
Somehow every score will even out
'Cause anytime it can all screw up
Too much junky business in Vancouver town
Some call it cool
I just call it I just call it I just call it Nowhere
In Dimwit's shed we started
Cheap guitar and a drum set
Where we made a lot of big plans
Now our plans are a dead end
And I feel like I'm kicked and dead
'Cause you had to go score
Some call it dangerous fun
But I just call it crap
It's just another way to lose
And what we lost was you
Somehow every score will even out
'Cause anytime it can all screw up
Too much junky business in Vancouver town
Some call it cool
I just call it I just call it
Somehow every score will even out
'Cause anytime it can all screw up
Too much junky business in Vancouver town
Some call it cool
I just call it I just call it I just call it Nowhere
