Don’t have no penthouse in Dallas,
no beach house in Malibu.
Guess I’m not livin’ the good life,
like we’re all supposed to do.
All I got’s this little trailer,
in the corner of my fancy sandy lot.
And I’m getting really tired
of hearing who I oughta be,
hearing who I’m not.
Gotta get away,gotta get away,
I don’t want to feel like this,
want to be like this.
Take what we can and run away!!
Gotta get away,gotta get away yea…
They tell you you’re too skinny.
Tellin’ you you’re too fat.
Say you gotta have this thing,say you gotta buy that.
Been drinking too much coffee,
drinking way too much beer.
Sittin’ on this old couch watching free tv,
tryin’ to find a way now to break on out of here.
Gotta get away,gotta get away
I don’t want to feel like this,
want to be like this.
Take what we can and run away!!
Gotta get away gotta get away yea…
Thumbs up,thumbs down.
That’s the rule that we’re livin’ by now.
One day you’re in,the next day you’re not.
One day you’re cold,the next year you’re hot.
Gotta be sexy gotta come in first,
read it in the magazines,it’s only getting worse. |