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Everybody wants a piece of my heart
But there’s not much left to go around
Everybody says not to worry so
Too many buses are leaving town
So now I’m rolling down that open road
Peering through a great big tinted glass
All I can see ahead are lighter loads
And everyone back home can kiss my ass
Why do people like to congregate
In great big empty parking lots
I guess they have to anticipate
A time when we’ll be all forgot
So now I’m rolling down that open road
Peering through a great big tinted glass
All I can see ahead are lighter loads
And everyone back home can kiss my ass
The barbershop closed its doors for good
Nobody knows the reason why
Now we’re all shaggy and misunderstood
The police think we’re all getting high
Chorus
Everybody wants a piece of my heart
But there’s not much left to go around
Everybody says not to worry so
Too many buses are leaving town
Too many buses are leaving town
It feels so good to be leaving town
