I don't want to be here anymore

For more than 22 years

Ive been undercover in a foreign country

I cant call for backup

Or ask my lieutenant for help

I wish i was back at my base

So i could pet my purring panther

I put on the clothes that the locals wear

But why should i really care

The clothes never fit right

What's the point of the fight

I don't wanna be here anymore

Its time for me to go

I wish i could just run away

But i have to gain intelligence

I cant call for backup

I have to do it all by myself

I'm still waiting for the day

That i can feel like a native

Cause I'm dying

To get out of here

I'm living through my biggest fear

The clothes never fit right

Whats the point of the fight

I dont wanna be here anymore

Its time for me to go