In this town
There is nothing at all
But a brown school and a dead shopping mall
The record store is execrable
We sit around blowing bubbles

´Cause we´re young and insane
And we´re running away for the summer
We´re deprived and depraved
And we won´t get away with it, young and insane

When you´re free in an antique car
For a week, you will know who you are
In uninhabitable
We go out to jump in puddles

´Cause we´re young and insane
And we´re running away for the summer
We´re deprived and depraved
And we won´t get away with it, young and insane