Pretenders - Pack It Up lyrics
[Pretenders - Pack It Up lyrics]
You guys are the pit's 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 pit's 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 pit's of the world