Retiring

Another jog through hell, and why are you pacing?
We're not out of the woods
And if this lesson fails, could I pack up and leave?
I wonder if I could

No, I could not ignore
I could not abort
No, I could not afford
To lose what I am owed

To my esteemed colleagues who smiled when they met me
And hoped that I would fail
Forget the kind words told and the complimentaries
All you fucks can go to hell

No, I could not ignore
I could not abort
No, I could not afford
To lose what I am owed

I guess I've known it all
But I could not refuse to go

No, I could not ignore
I could not abort
No, I could not afford
To lose what I am owed

Another jog through hell, and here we are pacing
We burned down the fucking woods
I guess their lesson failed, one target remaining
It's back to Hollywood