GETTING OUT

Kiss off the world let 'em all go to hell
Just empty boxes anybody can tell
Slap in the face turn away and run
You can ring me up when this shit is done
Everybody's on the phone
Everybody wants a piece of me
I try to be a good man
But I wish they's all let me be
Through the traffic jams and the car door slams
You can hear me shout
I'm Getting Out
Hop on a plane fly out of town
I won't leave a note I won't ever touch down
Lock the doors turn the TV on
Tune out the neighbors we never get along
Gonna find me a place where there's pure white sand
With the birds in the trees and the animals on the land
Yeah it will be paradise far away from man
I won't give you my number and I'm sure you'll understand