Paroles de Vaarwel

I'm at a loss to understand why I'm holding on to the comfort of a home, and the humdrum of this town Don't wanna think that I'm stuck here Don't wanna stick to my creed Because first comes love, then comes marriage and then comes wishing you had been miscarried So goodbye, sayanora, I'm sharing blood with the diaspora I got too cozy and it's starting to itch So here's to waking up and calling it quits Don't grow roots, I'm heading out Don't grow roots, I'm heading out I too got born under red, white and blue, but the stripes are all fucking skewed Fuck Golden Earring, I'm not amused Baby, I've got the blues Don't grow roots, I'm heading out Don't grow roots, I'm heading out