You guys are the pits of the world!
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Oh, this is no place for me
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Burnin' down the interbelt, from jacuzzi to jacuzzi
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It's all right for you man
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Gettin' smashed, gettin' suntanned
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But i know my place
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Where's my suitcase?
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Pack it up or throw it away
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What i can't carry, bury
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Oh you remember me, i remember you
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But that was a long, long time ago
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When i was passin' through
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All my family, all my friends, my lover
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I got to find them
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My enemies, my new family, my new friends
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My future enemies, i got to flush them out
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Pack it all up, nothing goes in storage
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I'm burnin' every bridge
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Burn, baby, burn
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I see your dog got shot
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Well, hell, never mind
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That's show biz, big boy
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You've got to be cruel to be kind
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Oh, give over and admit it
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I've been tearing down the interstate
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Like some kind of bleeding cat
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It's all right for the boss
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His gain's my loss
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That gets me down, it really gets me down
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So pack it up and cut the crap
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When the clock starts talkin', i start walkin'
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When you pass in your porsche
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Please don't offer me a ride
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I may be a skunk
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But you're a piece of junk, and furthermore
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I don't like your trousers
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Your appalling taste in women
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And what about your mind
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Your insipid record collection
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That dumb home video center
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The usual pronography
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And all you scumbags around the world
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You're the pits of the world!
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Pack It Up
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The Pretenders |