Oh, this is no place for me Burnin' down the interbelt, from jacuzzi to jacuzzi It's all right for you man Gettin' smashed, gettin' suntanned But I know my place Where's my suitcase?
Pack it up or throw it away What I can't carry, bury Oh you remember me, I remember you But that was a long, long time ago When I was passin' through
All my family, all my friends, my lover I got to find them My enemies, my new family, my new friends My future enemies, I got to flush them out
Pack it all up, nothing goes in storage I'm burnin' every bridge Burn, baby, burn I see your dog got shot Well, hell, never mind That's show biz, big boy You've got to be cruel to be kind
Oh, give over and admit it I've been tearing down the interstate Like some kind of bleeding cat It's all right for the boss His gain's my loss That gets me down, it really gets me down
So pack it up and cut the crap When the clock starts talkin', I start walkin' When you pass in your porsche Please don't offer me a ride I may be a skunk But you're a piece of junk, and furthermore I don't like your trousers Your appalling taste in women And what about your mind Your insipid record collection That dumb home video center The usual pronography And all you scumbags around the world You're the pits of the world!
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