The Pretenders
Chrissie Hynde was one one of my idols when I was a about 12 or 13. This song is a great "I"M OUTTA HERE" song...
PACK IT UP
You guys are the pits of the world!
Oh, this is no place for me
Burninâ down the interbelt, from jacuzzi to jacuzzi
Itâs all right for you man
Gettinâ smashed, gettinâ suntanned
But I know my place
Whereâs my suitcase?
Pack it up or throw it away
What I canât carry, bury
Oh you remember me, I remember you
But that was a long, long time ago
When I was passinâ 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
Iâm burninâ every bridge
Burn, baby, burn
I see your dog got shot
Well, hell, never mind
Thatâs show biz, big boy
Youâve got to be cruel to be kind
Oh, give over and admit it
Iâve been tearing down the interstate
Like some kind of bleeding cat
Itâs all right for the boss
His gainâs my loss
That gets me down, it really gets me down
So pack it up and cut the cr*p
When the clock starts talkinâ, I start walkinâ
When you pass in your porsche
Please donât offer me a ride
I may be a skunk
But youâre a piece of junk, and furthermore
I donât like your trousers
Your appalling taste in women
And what about your mind
Your insipid record collection
That DUMB home video center
The usual p0rnography
And all you scumbags around the world
Youâre the pits of the world!
The Pretenders
Chrissie Hynde was one one of my idols when I was a about 12 or 13. This song is a great "I"M OUTTA HERE" song...
PACK IT UP
You guys are the pits of the world!
Oh, this is no place for me
Burninâ down the interbelt, from jacuzzi to jacuzzi
Itâs all right for you man
Gettinâ smashed, gettinâ suntanned
But I know my place
Whereâs my suitcase?
Pack it up or throw it away
What I canât carry, bury
Oh you remember me, I remember you
But that was a long, long time ago
When I was passinâ 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
Iâm burninâ every bridge
Burn, baby, burn
I see your dog got shot
Well, hell, never mind
Thatâs show biz, big boy
Youâve got to be cruel to be kind
Oh, give over and admit it
Iâve been tearing down the interstate
Like some kind of bleeding cat
Itâs all right for the boss
His gainâs my loss
That gets me down, it really gets me down
So pack it up and cut the cr*p
When the clock starts talkinâ, I start walkinâ
When you pass in your porsche
Please donât offer me a ride
I may be a skunk
But youâre a piece of junk, and furthermore
I donât like your trousers
Your appalling taste in women
And what about your mind
Your insipid record collection
That DUMB home video center
The usual p0rnography
And all you scumbags around the world
Youâre the pits of the world!