Get Out Songtext / Lyric

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 could 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? 'Cause 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



Saying, get out, get out



These days, you guys, you really owe me one

And I'm just about to cash in my favour

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

I'm just about to cash in my favour

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