Get Out

Sliding my five fingers They slide over your back And when you fall asleep The devil seems to be calm My head is running 'round in circles I drown as well in your smoke And while the knife struggle My soul gets a get-out-of-jail-free card Get out of this place Where the good sense worth anything Your angel of life has stopped you But freedom means killing him as well Get out of this place Where the days and nights look always the same Where the muzzle is blurring your thoughts And the fire is baking your hate Hey, little poor girl You didn't come to world to be a rag doll Go and buy yourself a "Royal cortesan" Toast with some champagne Lose yourself in Yellowstone Put yourself some jewelry And thank yourself for what you have Get out of this place Where the good sense worth anything Your angel of life has stopped you But freedom means killing him as well Get out of this place Where the days and nights look always the same Where the muzzle is blurring your thoughts And the fire is baking your hate Since we're born, we're born Even before we're born Mama tells the girl Please be careful at midnight Grandma tells her before And that's the quote all woman know Walking along through the forest Means exposing yourself to the wolf Get out of this place Where the good sense worth anything Your angel of life has stopped you But freedom means killing him as well Get out of this place Where the days and nights look always the same Where the muzzle is blurring your thoughts And the fire is baking your hate