Pack It Up

Written by：James LaBrie

You guys are the pits of the world

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