I won't make it home this summer I'll be out of town for a while I'll join the #vanlife hedge fund army And mingle with my own kind They say that travel's for your 20s I'm snorting coke at 23 A bunch of white kids on a mission The last thing that I'll ever see And I can feel how they all just fade away And I know oh I know that I'm in vain Left to my own devices I will practice purity The south's a place to dwell in A simple myth of peasantry And I'm so damn class-conscious How I hate the very few A genealogy of morals To set us free And I can feel how they all just fade away And I feel like nothing's here to stay All the vultures sing their song back-to-back That's when I know oh I know that I'm in vain So hard to be the judge of anybody else's case Close enough to know, I'm tired of my own sick ways And I can feel how they all just fade away And it feels like nothing's here to stay And the vultures sing their song back-to-back So I'd rather be in vain than share the pain