Made my way Downtown in a little red thing, its a memory
I was stopped by crowds of stares
They were tryna stop my glow, it's a blur to me
How can I escape this place
And how can I escape this hate
When all I give is what I like to take
How? Ow
How? Ow, Ow
How? Ow
How? How? How?
How? Ow
How? Ow, Ow
Ow, Ow
I'd rather be playing at a show
Or somewhere on the road
Clouds don't bother me
So, I say, how can I escape this place
And how can I escape this hate
When all I give is what I like to take
How? Ow
How? Ow, Ow
How? Ow
How? How? How?
How? Ow
How? Ow, Ow
Ow, Ow
How? Ow Ow
How? Ow Ow