Well, I gotta go Down the road Outta my way, pigfuckers It's getting old I'm leavin town Anywhere bound Call my name I won't be found With your Walmart gossip And country-fried philosophy Toothless witticisms abut farm machinery Just a greasy ham stuffed With high-school football scores I'm hittin' the road mister I can't take it anymore I gotta go Down the road Outta my way, pigfuckers It's getting old I'm leavin town Anywhere bound Call my name I won't be found Line-dancing silicon bimbos Trying to be seen Jacked-up high-school jarheads Trading licks at the Dairy Queen A thousand well placed hand grenades In the local mall My little way of sayin' Goodbye to all y'all Well, anyone can see It's been home to better than me So I guess I'd better watch what I say But what am I supposed to do The one thing I know is true The only time I like it Is when I'm far away I gotta go Down the road Outta my way, pigfuckers It's getting old I'm leavin town Anywhere bound Call my name I won't be found Yeah