Gotta Get Out of Here

Dowdy old matrons shuffling determinedly
Down ancient streets of this town Doggedly wheeling their walkers in front of them
Age demographics turned upside down

Hog-headed homebodies hurling abuse at the
Thrifty Mart's new checkout girl
Waddling wonders in flowery smocks rolling
Home in their freshly permed silvery curls - oh no

I gotta get out of this place if it kills me
I gotta get out of here
Can't take no more of these vapid faces
Can't take no more of these hopeless cases I fear
I gotta get out of this hell if it kills me
I gotta get out of town
Can't take no more of this stifling setting
The walking dead all around are getting me down

There's Mr. Moleyman, elbow-patched peddler of
Overprized ghastly bad taste
There's Mrs. Pincher, slugging it out with the
Best of them over some curtain lace

There's Mr. Nitpicker, down on all fours taking
Scissors to each blade of grass
Uniformed wannabe bigwigs parading
Through town as if proud of the wind they pass - oh no

I gotta get out of this place if it kills me
I gotta get out of here
Can't take no more of these vapid faces
Can't take no more of these hopeless cases I fear
I gotta get out of this hell if it kills me
I gotta get out of town
Can't take no more of this stifling setting
The walking dead all around are getting me down

I gotta get out of town (I gotta get out of this hell)
Or else I surely will drown (and take my time to get well)
I gotta get out of this hell (I gotta get out of this place)
And take my time to get well (I fear I'm losing the race)
I gotta get out of this place (I gotta get out of here)
I fear I'm losing the race (they're killing all I hold dear)
I gotta get out of here (I gotta get out of this town)
They're killing all I hold dear (or else I surely will drown)