Pack a forty for the east river
To that spot where the cops can’t fit their cars
All the punks are acting up again
Metal studs to the chain-linked fence saying
I am not what I want to be Pack a toothbrush and a change of clothes
You’re getting out, that’s all I know
You remember saying that to me LCD lights up the screen saying
You are not what I want you to be Pack a forty for the long way back
To the station that I’ll never come back to For the island that I used to love
For the ones that you’re thinking of I am not what I want to be