Left your letters in the ashtray

Watched them burn

Threw your clothes in the hallway

Only so much I can tolerate you never learn

All your pride doesn't resonate

And I was thinking of the times you tried to run me over

That Cadillac with tinted windows, and that busted muffler

The trips to Puerto Rico, where you claimed to meet your brother

While I met face-to-face with him and you're a lying fucker

You think you're bulletproof but you can't outrun the truth

I'll be running over you so pack your bags and move along

Your mama told you straight that I'd get up in your face

I'll just put you in your place

Oh pack your bags and move along

It was raining on a Thursday

You were getting high

I was waiting at the causeway

It's like a record on a replay

Something you'll deny

But you left me with a keepsake

It got me thinking of the time you met my second cousin you looked her up and down and said to me her shirts unbuttoned like I would be excited by your bargain bin seduction

Oh let her deal with your complacency and small dysfunction

You think you're bulletproof but you can't outrun the truth

I'll be running over you

So pack your bags and move along

Your mama told you straight that I'd get up in your face

I'll just put you in your place

Oh pack your bags and move along

Pack your bags and move along

Pack your bags and move along

Just move along go on

Move along

Pack your bags and move along