I Don't Wanna Die (In Ohio) Video (MV)

I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna die
Doing something that the masses don't consider to be brave
I'd get eaten by a shark or save a cat from a burning building
Now that's what I call noble
But I don't wanna die in Ohio
Locked up in the cell of a psycho
Who rents his place cheap to kids on the road
But they never make it back home
No, they never make it back home

They're on milk cartons in suburbia
While they cry at night on the wooden floor
And they scrape their nails on the big old door
All they wanted was to shred on their guitars
Sing into microphones
Hit drums
It's so sad, it's so sad

Who are we to complain
(We're cruising across state lines)
We have everything to gain
(We're breathing in the country side)
Unless we die
Well that would put a damper on our plans
(It's hot, it's hot, might've lost my job, it's okay, gonna die anyway)
Who are we to complain
(It's hot, it's hot, might've lost my job, it's okay, gonna die anyway)
We have a van we're making waves
Don't wanna ride 'em to an early grave

I don't wanna die in Pennsylvania
I'm so hungry, want a hoagie
Philly cheese steak, side of bogie, ahhhh
I'm so tired, wanna sleep
But there's a stench up on the sheets, ahhhh

Do I spend the night in the van
Or sleep with one eye open in the trap house 'cause it's free
Complimentary bed bugs, no additional fees
But the people are so nice, I feel bad to leave
It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad

Who are we to complain
(We're cruising across state lines)
We have everything to gain
(We're breathing in the country side)
Unless we die
Well that would put a damper on our plans
(It's hot, it's hot, might've lost my job, it's okay, gonna die anyway)
Who are we to complain
(It's hot, it's hot, might've lost my job, it's okay, gonna die anyway)
We have a van we're making waves
Don't wanna ride 'em to an early grave

I don't wanna die in Maryland
In an air bed in the basement of a dead end
There's a rat in the trap in the bathroom
And thank God i'm blind when my contacts come off
And God bless the band for keeping secrets like that
For keeping secrets like that from me

There's beggars to the left stealing thrones
There's hipsters to the right bumming stoges
Is it safe is it not
No one really knows
But the coffee in the Keurig with the water from the host was damn good

Who are we to complain
(We're cruising across state lines)
We have everything to gain
(We're breathing in the country side)
Unless we die
Well that would put a damper on our plans
(It's hot, it's hot, might've lost my job, it's okay, gonna die anyway)
Who are we to complain
(It's hot, it's hot, might've lost my job, it's okay, gonna die anyway)
We have a van we're making waves
Don't wanna ride 'em to an early grave