Pack It Up

You guys are the pits of the world

Oh, woah, woah, woah

This is no place for me

Burnin' down the innerbelt

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'll remember me

And I'll remember you

But that was a long, long time ago

When I was passin' through

All my family

All my friends

My lovers

I got to find them

My enemies

My new family

My new friends

My future enemies

I got to flush 'em out

So 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, woah, woah, woah

Give over and admit it

I've been tearing down the interstate

Like some kind of bleeding git

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, cut the crap

When the clock starts talkin', I'll start walkin'

And 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

And your appalling taste in women

And what about your mind?

And your insipid record collection

That dumb home video center

The usual pornography

That all you scum lap up

You're the pits of the world