Pack and get out fast.
No going out with a blast.
No leaving here tomorrow.
And don't think about a severence fee.
Unemployment won't be paid by crooks and cheats.
So enjoy your rice and beans if you can afford the beans.
That's a little joke that I have.
A fuse with dynamite sticks attached.
A hand that's holding a match
and lighting it tomorrow.
And the flames of discontent will not be washed away
'cause the flames will be kept alive by piles of cocaine.
It didn't have to be this way.
You could have figured out a way to help us out but you just said
(Chorus)
HEY, GO AHEAD AND GET FUCKED
HEY, GO AHEAD AND GET FUCKED
YOU COULD BE DEAD AND NO ONE HERE WOULD CARE.
HEY, GO AHEAD AND GET FUCKED
HEY, GO AHEAD AND GET FUCKED
YOUR EVERY MINUTE HERE HAS BEEN IN VAIN.
[Rest of the verses are the same]