Get Out

Can you see me in the halo of this street lamp baby

Talk is cheap and I can just about afford this sentence

What can I do? Maybe I can deal in actions, yeah

I could sell you this finger, maybe you would get the message

Get out, get out

Is this about blame? Is this about corruption, baby?

Is this about hypocrisy? cos I'm pretty good at that

I seem to have this knack of using silence as a shotgun

Til you reach between your legs and draw a weapon of your own

Get out, get out

These days you guys you really owe me one

And I'm just about to cash in my favours

For a shoulder to cry on.

This is my plan and this is my idea

If we turn the world around at least we'll have something new to look at and

No-one told me that you always won a bet you will just

Keep playing those straights

You seem to play them slightly crooked

I say get out, get out

These days you guys you really owe me one

And I'm just about to cash in my favours

For a shoulder to cry on.

Well my mouth is so full from all the shit you're making me swallow

And I'll bet you my first time I can still scream when I want to

And the king of the mice is living it up with the rat clan

Its got something to do with love or passion or something

Get out, get out

Get out, get out