"At My Post" dances around reasons for not leaving--"The last time I considered leaving here, the roads caught fire and I drank all our beer."
"Outdated dreams have kept your friends around," sings Jason Lytle in "Cinderland," and in "Florida," the inertia is even more apparent: "Good afternoon from the bar in the mall, they sent me home from work today but nobody told me where else to go." All of these depraved sentiments are set to more or less happy pop melodies, "Florida" being downright cute, with jangly guitars and monkey-like noises. "Fuck the Valley Fudge," though, is just sad piano and Lytle singing about plotting out "a plan to take down the man" with "Fuck the Valley" fudge, a special concoction of "stucco dust and wet drywall sludge" that they will use against "Applebee's and Chuck E. Cheese." Even the most active mentality is drenched in desolation.