Tom Flannery Gotta Get Away
By plane or train or automobilebeg or borrow or buy or
steal
go through the roof or underground
scream or maybe not make a sound
for peace of mind I'd buy or sell
compare the air in heaven to the heat in hell
to leave you standing in my dust
I'd get all crooked and then adjust
but I gotta get away baby
I gotta get away from here
I gotta get away baby
find a hole and disappear
get away from the pick up trucks
the white trash cursed with luck
with Daddy's money run amok
oh I gotta get away
I was born with my mouth closed
and feeling slightly indisposed
but alright as long as you
ignored me when you were supposed to
high school college and local bars
bloodshot eyes and the guitar
novels written in my head
and a liver less alive than dead
but I gotta get away baby
I gotta get away from here
I gotta get away baby
find a hole and disappear
get away from the pick up trucks
the white trash all blessed with luck
with Daddy's money run amok
oh I gotta get away
All I want is 4 good walls
each 1000 feet tall
maybe a moat and some dogs
a machine that can generate smog
anything to keep at bay
those who want to ruin my day
imagine being left alone?
oh the sins we could atone
If you see me you can say hello
and then raise your hands and walk away slow
sudden movements are misconstrued
and chirping sounds make me brood
Gretta Garbo she got it right
piss off and turn off the light
all I want is an easy chair
and the gift of remaining unaware
I gotta get away baby
I gotta get away from here
I gotta get away baby
find a hole and disappear
get away from the pick up trucks
the white trash all blessed with luck
with Daddy's money run amok
