Lyrics
Im tellin you once
And I aint kiddin round
You got two weeks to get outta town.
Gonna give you two weeks
till I break out the plow
And set the scarecrow free
From his stake in the ground.
So long!
Roll on.
The plow is greased
And its ready to crease -
Better get outta town.
Tell me, daddy,
Are you happy now?
Got yer back to the wall,
One kick sends you down.
No kind of cash
Deflects the lash.
If you chose to play -
Theres hell to pay.
Are you happy now?
So long!
Roll on.
The alarms been set
For the monkey and pet.
You got two weeks till -
That old black magic
Has spun silk in my head.
Its much too late to turn back whats been done and said.
No kind of cash
Deflects the lash.
If you chose to play -
Theres hell to pay.
Are you happy now?
So long!
Roll on.
I know that a mans
Gotta make his ends meet,
But you soiled your sheets.
Get out-get out-get out-get outta town.
Get out-get out-get out-get outta town.
Get out-get out-get out-get outta town.
Get out-get out-get out-get outta town.
Whoo.
Ooh ooh ooh.
I ain't kiddin' around get outta town.
Get outta town.
Get outta town.
Get outta town.
Get out-get out-get out-get outta town.
Get out-get out-get out-get outta town.
Get out-get out-get out-get outta town.
Get out-get out-get out-get outta town.
