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