311 - What do you do

You had a slick operation
'Till she was taken to the station.
They booked her on where she scored.
She broke down and your name poured.
Down the highway you soared.
Na na na, na na na.

What do you do, I ask you?
They're after you, I tell you.
You're going to go it alone.
You know that you have to leave home.
(repeat)

2000 miles to the sea,
Under light with nobody.
Strangest faces everywhere.
Medicating your despair,
Feeling that no one cares.
Na na na, na na na.

Sometimes plans go as planned,
And you beat the odds stacked against you.
Its a miserable life that you've made,
And the paranoia you have to get used to.
But they've got better things to do,
Than to come and look for you.
But then again maybe not.
It'll drive you crazy.

Now its been about a year
You'd return but for the fear.
Sometimes people get away.
Still it haunts you till this day,
Feeling they've gone away.
Na na na, na na na.