All my baby ever talks about to me
Is getting my clothes on the line
Well if our loves boiled down to dirty laundry
I ain't got time
To stay round dumbfound
Breaking my back downtown
While she's soap opera candy bathtub feeling fine
Chorus: I said, "oh I gotta move out"
I left my dirty clothes my baby and my house
But don't you worry cause the house wasn't much to me
It ain't worth a dime
6 stairs, busted pipes, gas leaking
It ain't fit for life
And all the big mouthed fussy neighbors
Dabble in some kind of crime
I'm sick of living in a neighborhood
nicknamed "swine"
Chorus
Packed my clean clothes in my sack
I made some sandwiches and
Started heading south
Knew all my worries and my troubles were gone when I
Stepped outta that house
Gotta book by Bukowski and a bottle a wine
So now I'm sitting on the south bay feeling fine
Chorus
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