| Fire up the batmobile, 'cause I gotta get outta here | |
| I don't speak the language | |
| And you gave me no real choice | |
| You gave me no real choice | |
| You made me see that my behavior was an opinion | |
| So fire up the batmobile, 'cause I gotta get outta here | |
| It's the mouth of the gift horse, I know | |
| But I gave it my best shot | |
| I gave it my best shot | |
| I gave you the performance of a lifetime | |
| So I hope you all will see | |
| There just isn't a place here for me | |
| I look around and feel like somebody must be fucking with me | |
| I just can't take any of you seriously | |
| And I can't keep keeping myself company | |
| Fire up the batmobile, 'cause I gotta get outta here | |
| Big shoulders block the view | |
| You can't get your money back | |
| You can't get your money back | |
| You can't pretend that isolation is the same as privilege | |
| So I hope you all will see | |
| There just isn't a place here for me | |
| I look around and feel like somebody must be fucking with me | |
| I just can't take any of you seriously | |
| And I can't keep keeping myself company |