B​.​F​.​E.

from Over My Dead Body by Jeff Hill

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Nowheresville, where ya at
Population is you
Looking for somewhere to go
But don't know what to do
Ride around town all day long
Until it turns to night
A public hangout is the spot
But security is tight

Believe you me
You're stuck in B.F.E.
A cornerstore to loiter at
Just the same old scene
The hot spot to socialize
Your friends are there as well
An arcade or a theater
'Cause B.F.E. is hell

Walk around, smoke a cigarette
You all will do the same
Maybe someone's got some weed
You hope you don't act lame
Someone scored some alcohol
It's time to get fucked up
Too bad we all are minors
Get caught the case is shut

Believe you me
You're stuck in B.F.E.
A cornerstore to loiter at
Just the same old scene
The hot spot to socialize
Your friends are there as well
An arcade or a theater
'Cause B.F.E. is hell

You've got the latest fashions
You've got the latest trends
Ever noticed how it happened
Ever noticed it will end
What the fuck can someone do
When they live in a small town
Every weekend is the same
It's just a round and round

Believe you me
You're stuck in B.F.E.
A cornerstore to loiter at
Just the same old scene
The hot spot to socialize
Your friends are there as well
An arcade or a theater
'Cause B.F.E. is hell

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from Over My Dead Body, released January 10, 2015
written by Jeff Hill

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Jeff Hill Charlotte Court House, Virginia

I've been making music and writing since 1992. I've been in numerous bands in different genres from grindcore, ambiant, plunderphonics, experimental space rock, noise rock, freak folk to melodic stoner rock/shoegaze hybrid. I used to run 434 Noise (a artists collective/performance space and NetLabel) and now run Exploding Nightmare Productions (a Multimedia Co.) ... more

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