Post Grad Songtext
von Pujol

How′m I supposed to find the one and only
If I'm falling off the grid?

Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die

Man, a dollar′s a whole lot smaller
Than when I was just a kid

Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die

Taking ill of bad advice
Makes me want to cry
Doing time to pay the price
Like until I die

I'm the strangest stranger
Getting strange out in the strangest land

Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die


Took the esoteric easy rider's
Empty open hand

Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die

I am Wendy clicking shoes
Into a place that I′m not from

Nowhere to go
No one I know
Nothing to show
Will I ever be free?

Going to the biggest place
To get my picture took was dumb

No one I know
Nowhere to go
Nothing to show
Will I ever be free?

Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die