These four walls and late nights brooding   Never changing, never moving   It seems, it seems momentum's at a crawl      The ants are in the kitchen   The mice are in the walls   This noise in my head   Could make this building fall, yeah      I've got to get out of here   And I gotta get out, now, before I crack      Mac and cheese and minute rice   And instant pleasure's always nice   It seems, it seems   Real things take much too long      And I say now's the time to take a stand   And sit back down, hasty young man   Did you really think the world and all that it's offered   Could have done you so much wrong? Oh, yeah      I've got to get out of here   And I gotta get out, now, before I crack      South East, 101 forever   South East, 101 till I die   South East, 101 forever   South East, 101 till I die      I've got to get out of here   And I gotta get out, now, before I go   [Incomprehensible]