Late Greats Band Drumroll
The 9-to-5 is not for me
I don't want to do this anymore
So I'm turning in my key
Wake up in a cold, cold sweat, this fever never left
I say "Oh my God, this is worth fighting for."
I don't want to be here anymore
So pack your bags, we're leaving home
I can hear the sound of my drumroll
It's loud and clear, so let's get on outta here
I punch the clock and say a prayer
I don't turn this car around
I believe in destiny, and this was meant to be
There will be people all around to hear my tree fall down
I don't want to be here anymore
So pack your bags, we're leaving home
I can hear the sound of my drumroll
It's loud and clear, so let's get on outta here
- Solo -
I don't want to be here anymore
So pack your bags, we're leaving home
I can hear the sound of my drumroll
It's loud and clear, so let's get on outta here
