Why does life have to be so hard
A sick machine just ate my card again
Underhanded and underpaid
Good thing I got that MBA

'Cause I really don't want to be
I really don't want to be here

His family life was really sad
Wore misery much like a passing fad
All the graces, that I can fake
He planned amour, I planned the great escape

'Cause I really don't want to be
I really don't want to be
I really don't want to be
I really don't want to be here
(Here)
Workin' on a workin' on a workin' on a way out...
Workin' on a workin' on a workin' on a way out...

It busts my heart
The way things fall apart
It busts my heart
The way things, fall, apart

I really don't want to be
I really don't want to be
I really don't want to be here

I really don't want to be, here..
I really don't want to be, here
Yeah-ha

I'm workin' on a way out!

Ah-ah-ah-ah
I really don't want to be, here