I got to get away man Got to clear my mind, mind, mind Out of this mundane, god-forsaken 9-5, wasting my time
I'm gonna tell the boss man I'm never coming back, back, back I'm just a one-way crazy locomotive jumpin' off of my tracks
Coz I'm a jacked-up, souped up, cut down, thrown around, discarded like a cigarette butt I'm just a no good excuse for a man, yes you know I've got to pick myself right out of this rut But, I wanna be close to you I wanna be close to you I wanna be close to you I wanna be close to you.
I don't know why we've never been told That the life we're living it is made from gold Work our whole damn lives just to make "it", it's sold So boy don't worry, don't worry don't worry.
I got to get away man, This moment it won't last, last, last I got chained up brumby in my head and it's kicking my ass (yeah)
I'm roaming like a dog yeeah looking for my bone, bone, bone I got to hijack my body just to make it my own, my own, my own, my own
Because I'm a jacked-up, sucked up, cut down, thrown around, discarded like a cigarette butt I'm just a no good excuse for a man, yes you know I've got to pick myself right out of this rut But, I wanna be close to you I wanna be close to you I wanna be close to you I wanna be close to you.
I don't know why we've never been told That the life we're living it is made from gold Work our whole damn lives just to make "it", it's sold So boy don't worry, don't worry don't worry.
I don't know why we've never been told That the life we're living it is made from gold Work our whole damn lives just to make "it", it's sold So boy don't worry, don't worry don't worry.
Compositor: John Charles Wiltshire-butler ECAD: Obra #21478920 Fonograma #11575061