pack up your things and get out of this town
your dustcoat ain't cool enough to cover up your fraud
things have gone from fine to a breakdown
please leave your keys near my tripod
wasting time in the speed of sound
every story comes back around
are we 6 year olds on a playground
gonna get myself a rebound
is it true or they just make me believe
in anything
‘til this sun goes down
Boohoo to my baby boy
seems like he has lost his toy
for a while he made a lot of noise
but you, you murdered my joy
pack up your things and get out of this town
make sure you do or the devil may find you
and he is not that fond of silly clowns
for a guy who knows everything
you don't seem to have a clue