Retiring

Another jog through hell, and why are you pacing? We're not out of the woods And if this lesson fails, could I pack up and leave? I wonder if I could No, I could not ignore I could not abort No, I could not afford To lose what I am owed To my esteemed colleagues who smiled when they met me And hoped that I would fail Forget the kind words told and the complimentaries All you fucks can go to hell No, I could not ignore I could not abort No, I could not afford To lose what I am owed I guess I've known it all But I could not refuse to go No, I could not ignore I could not abort No, I could not afford To lose what I am owed Another jog through hell, and here we are pacing We burned down the fucking woods I guess their lesson failed, one target remaining It's back to Hollywood