i really really wanna move out of this country. like, seriously. things are pretty bad here. the grass really seems greener on the other side and i can't wait to be there. damn it, i can almost taste the american soil. oh, the sweet sweet smell of american grass, just thinking about it makes me all tingly. but i can't go. i'm stuck here. UGH.

take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the boys are pretty. oh won't you please take me home?