Get out

Come on and get out



I can see that my hands are big

And my life is really small

I have everything wrapped up tight

But I can't squeeze in this box



Get out

Come on and get out



The more I do seems the less I done

And I can't quite figure this out

I see for miles but my feet won't move

I guess that I should open my eyes



If you want to stay here you can get away

If you want to stay here you'll just have to pay



Get out

Come on and get out



I got a beck CD and a video

And a bucket for my head

I can't hear the train

Cause I'm on the track

And I'm trying to catch the bus



If you want to stay here you can get away

If you want to stay here you'll just have to pay