Pack-It-Rite

before I go
Down the street to the store
Bless my soul, I’ll have you know
You don’t have to worry anymore
If you said it was never again
I do believe I’d cry
Tears enough to float my boat
On down to the Pack-It-Rite
Do need anything else
Baby, from the little store?
Bread, milk, eggs, cigarettes
And truth be told
For my sins I’ll say it again:
Sentence me as you must
Into your soft and capable hands
I leave trust
(I've been watchin' ya all night, Darlin')
(Never been this far before)
The Pack-It-Rite ain’t open all night
They close at twelve o’clock
When all the beer just disappears
And it can’t be unlocked
It’s the same kind of law
That says we can’t swim in the park after dark
That same old bourgeoise bullshit
Always killing the spark
Mmhmm, always killing the spark
(But they can’t kill my spark!)
before I go
Down the street to the little store
Bless my soul, I’ll have you know
You don’t have to worry anymore
For my sins I’ll say it again:
I do believe I’d cry
Tears enough to float my boat
On down (on down) to the Pack-It-Rite (on down)
On down (on down) to the Pack-It-Rite (on down)