Between the wine moms and the whiskey dads
This country club's going to hell
I'm packing my suitcases
Erasing all my traces
Wishing you a fond farewell
I pop my collar in the summer breeze
But I don't feel cool like before
I flip my shades up, but I'm not at ease
A jellyfish beached on the shore
Feel like the whole world is jerking my chain
Another soul lost in the rain
Sometimes I think of believing
There's a profit to all this pain
Between the wine moms and the whiskey dads
This country club's going to hell
I'm packing my suitcases
Erasing all my traces
Wishing you a fond farewell
Lounge in the middle a wasted day
Spitting sunflower seeds in the dust
I don't want to need anything
I don't want your kind of trust
Seems like the whole word is itching my brain
Grab a ticket for the midnight train
Sometimes I think of believing
There's a profit to all this pain
Between the wine moms and the whiskey dads
This country is going to hell
I'm packing my suitcases
Erasing all my traces
Wishing you a fond farewell
Seems my lifestyle's not as free as it was
Has it really whittled down to this?
Sending you a postcard with your I.O.U.
I won't redeem it for your kiss
Seems like the whole world's completely insane
I'm wandering off in the grain
Sometimes I think of believing
There's a profit to all this pain
There's a profit to all this pain
Between the wine moms and the whiskey dads
This country club's going to hell
I'm packing my suitcases
Erasing all my traces
Wishing you a fond farewell
Yeah, I'm wishing you a fond farewell
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Between the wine moms and the whiskey dads
This country club's going to hell
I'm packing my suitcases
Erasing all my traces
Wishing you a fond farewell
I pop my collar in the summer breeze
But I don't feel cool like before
I flip my shades up, but I'm not at ease
A jellyfish beached on the shore
Feel like the whole world is jerking my chain
Another soul lost in the rain
Sometimes I think of believing
There's a profit to all this pain
Between the wine moms and the whiskey dads
This country club's going to hell
I'm packing my suitcases
Erasing all my traces
Wishing you a fond farewell
Lounge in the middle a wasted day
Spitting sunflower seeds in the dust
I don't want to need anything
I don't want your kind of trust
Seems like the whole word is itching my brain
Grab a ticket for the midnight train
Sometimes I think of believing
There's a profit to all this pain
Between the wine moms and the whiskey dads
This country is going to hell
I'm packing my suitcases
Erasing all my traces
Wishing you a fond farewell
Seems my lifestyle's not as free as it was
Has it really whittled down to this?
Sending you a postcard with your I.O.U.
I won't redeem it for your kiss
Seems like the whole world's completely insane
I'm wandering off in the grain
Sometimes I think of believing
There's a profit to all this pain
There's a profit to all this pain
Between the wine moms and the whiskey dads
This country club's going to hell
I'm packing my suitcases
Erasing all my traces
Wishing you a fond farewell
Yeah, I'm wishing you a fond farewell
This country club's going to hell
I'm packing my suitcases
Erasing all my traces
Wishing you a fond farewell
I pop my collar in the summer breeze
But I don't feel cool like before
I flip my shades up, but I'm not at ease
A jellyfish beached on the shore
Feel like the whole world is jerking my chain
Another soul lost in the rain
Sometimes I think of believing
There's a profit to all this pain
Between the wine moms and the whiskey dads
This country club's going to hell
I'm packing my suitcases
Erasing all my traces
Wishing you a fond farewell
Lounge in the middle a wasted day
Spitting sunflower seeds in the dust
I don't want to need anything
I don't want your kind of trust
Seems like the whole word is itching my brain
Grab a ticket for the midnight train
Sometimes I think of believing
There's a profit to all this pain
Between the wine moms and the whiskey dads
This country is going to hell
I'm packing my suitcases
Erasing all my traces
Wishing you a fond farewell
Seems my lifestyle's not as free as it was
Has it really whittled down to this?
Sending you a postcard with your I.O.U.
I won't redeem it for your kiss
Seems like the whole world's completely insane
I'm wandering off in the grain
Sometimes I think of believing
There's a profit to all this pain
There's a profit to all this pain
Between the wine moms and the whiskey dads
This country club's going to hell
I'm packing my suitcases
Erasing all my traces
Wishing you a fond farewell
Yeah, I'm wishing you a fond farewell
Writer: Samuel Buntz
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