Anything you got,
Everything you are,
From the photos
And canned vegetables
To the gas in your car,
Better put it in the bag.
Put it in the bag (with your honey)
Put it in the bag.
Everything that can fit.
You got a one-way ticket out.
Mama...
There aint no going back,
Going back for no milk.
Anyone you find out here,
You can assume they aint been faithful.
Cause what we do to stay alive,
Will only sound distasteful
To the ones who haven't fed...
And most of them
At this point
Are already dead.
So just leave 'em.
Gonna have to leave 'em
Gonna have to leave 'em behind.
But before you do,
Be sure to grab their shoes
And put 'em in the bag.
Put 'em in the bag (with your honey)
Put 'em in the bag.
Everything that will fit...
You got a one-way ticket out.
Mama...
There aint no going back,
Going back for no milk.
Shot out a cannon.