We're not in Madison Anymore

Written by: Scott Peck
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Walkin' on sunshine, everybody's doin' fine
Eatin' Tutto's pasta, sippin on that cheap wine.

But you can't stop the suicide
Take your mind on a fucked-up kind of ride
All day, all night
Took to your head without a damn fight
Try it once
Try it twice
Three's a charm just like the farmer's blind mice.

Drivin' to Port, can't feel the feet
Roll down the windows cuz you got no heat

Time to get stupid again
Size doesn't matter cuz a 6 is a 10

Valentine psychic with a big phone bill
Too big for him who thought it would kill  (X2)

Walkin' on sunshine, everybody's doin' fine
Eatin' Tutto's pasta, sippin on that cheap wine.

But you can't stop the suicide
Take your mind on a fucked-up kind of ride
All day, all night
Took to your head without a damn fight
Try it once
Try it twice
Three's a charm just like the farmer's blind mice.

Down at Vila's droppin' dimes
Talking shit but you beat me everytime

Puff the lungs with nicotine
Up the hill with the rusty machine

Everything's a dollar, but nothing's a crime
DJ scarin' old ladies, drinking on Sublime (X2)

Walkin' on sunshine, everybody's doin' fine