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von Pluto The Racer

Brother pack your bags
We′ll ride into the far far west
We've got a long I mean the longest road ahead
Never turn around my boy
We gotta stay on track
I know it′s hard but we are never coming back

Mommy is alright she's gonna take the second flight
After they made sure there's nobody in sight
She′ll arrive on Saturday
If they make the breakaway
She′s in good hands that's what they say


When you′re there they will take care of everything
We'll get a place to call our home
When you′re there they will take care of everything
We'll get a life to call our own

Brother it is true we′re slowly running out of fuel
Now we can't leave the outside world is way too cruel
But look under the rising sun
The skyline of a million tons of concrete blocks
Now grab your bags and run

When you're there they will take care of everything
We′ll get a place to call our home
When you′re there they will take care of everything
We'll get a life to call our own

They told me they won′t take care of anything
Even though I told them what was wrong
They told me they won't take care of anything
I shall go back to where im from