I want so badly to pack my bags and leave
All I want to feel is the whiskey in my drink
I’m surrounded by animals with dreams
The whitest collar;
the rise of dying breeds
 And they got me right where
they want me anyway
 Stand and wait in lines just wasting time [bad word] Oh I’m feeling my heart beat like a [bad word] Counting down the days until I’m finally free
You always got that
something up your sleeve
 And you got me right where
you want me anyway
Yeah you got me right where
you want me anyway
 I want so badly to pack my bags and leave
All I want to feel is the whiskey in my drink;
start this restless dream
down boulevards of green
The bluest collar
Bursting at the seam
 And I got you right where
I want you anyway
Oh I got you right where
I want you anyway