Lyrics:
Turn up the bass
And make some sound boy run
And we will end your week
Just like a Sunday
Rude boy!
Rude boy!
Rude boy!
Pack up and run
We'll
had my share
I'm gonna pack my suitcase, I'm gonna move on down the line
Yes, pack my suitcase, I'm gonna move on down the line
Where there ain't
Darlin', pack a suitcase
Let's get away and start over
Smoke a J by the waves while we sip on some ice cold Corona
Let's take it back in the day
bucks on a scratch-off ticket
Bought two twelve-packs and a tank of gas with it
She swore they were a waste of time, oh, but she was wrong
I was caller
the wolf pack
there's nothin' to stop us
we are the conquerors of the night
we are the wolf pack
let the moon shine upon us
we are the victories
of Christmas
Jeff: I know that I got it covered look over there in the corner
Elf: that's yours too?
Jeff: yeah 12 pack of bud, 11 wrastlin tickets, 10
pack my suitcase
Moving on down the line
Oh, I'm gonna pack my suitcase
Move on down the line
Where there ain't nobody worried
And there ain't
up the bees, swinging from the tree
Doesn't understand
She's in trouble now
It's a new year
Careful what you pack
There's no going back
She's lost
break off
Run so fast they can't even touch me
Been that gypsy
Touch me, I'll show you gypsy my zig zag quickly
Pick up that pack on my journey
waste of time
Someday your heart will be broken like mine
So why should I cry over you
You broke my heart, you took it apart
So pack up your bags
MENTALITY PACKS
Human mind is something so easy to control
And politicians know this too well
But population is vague by nature
And it's not easy
heartache has nowhere to hide
We could pack up and leave in different directions
If we just had somewhere to go
We just keep on pretending
Afraid
They takin' my baby to the graveyard
And they pack dirt in her face
I followed that long black wagon, long black wagon down to the graveyard
Watched
better pack up now baby
Pack him up today
Here I come, just a big bad man
When I walk away baby
You'll be holdin' my hand
'Cause I take what I
I'm automatic
Quarterback, I ain't talkin' sacking
Pack it, pack it up, I don't panic
Batter, batter up, who the baddest?
It don't matter 'cause we
Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket
Feeling good at the top
Shopping in sharp shoes
Walking in the sunshine town
Feeling very cool
tell you what he said to me
He said, "If ever you get heavy-hearted
Pack up your sins and go to the devil in Hades
You'll meet the finest of gentlemen
They takin' my baby to the graveyard
And they pack dirt in her face
I followed that long black wagon, long black wagon down to the graveyard
Watched
Hello? Hello? Hello?
You can hear this?
It's time to pack it up
And go for a ride
Rats are returned
In the tree, outside
It's time to pack it up
Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket
Feeling good at the top
Shopping in sharp shoes
Walking in the sunshine town
Feeling very cool
Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket
Feeling good at the top
Shopping in sharp shoes
Walking in the sunshine town
Feeling very cool
Put a candle in the window
'Cause I feel I've gotta move
Though I'm goin', goin'
I'll be comin' home soon
Long as I can see the light
Pack
I'm a killer or if I'll ever be, but hypothetically
Would you hide my gun? Would you tell no one?
Would you pack a never-comin'-back-again bag?
If
guess I'll see you then
Well I'm gonna pack my old guitar
Move on down the road
I'm gonna pack my old guitar, now
Move on down the road (where are you
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