This Way Out — текст песни (Stan Ridgway)

Whos got a hand on the crackdown?

Whos got the word on the double talk?

Hands on the wheel in a flash of steel

We got a secret letter with a government seal



And a ticket for a doomsday run

Were goin on a doomsday run

Ticket for a doomsday run

Bombs away





Chorus:

Gotta ticket for a doomsday run

Were goin on a doomsday run

Ticket for a doomsday run

I never get it wrong

Uh-oh, get it right!







Nerves are pinched but the heads are calm

The cargos all loaded and the red lights on

Check the map, you navigator sap

Or well all end up with our heads in our laps





Chorus repeat x2





Whos in charge? better ask the sarge

If ya wanna go there

Hes got the word on the double-talk

If you run, well, you better walk

This way out

This way out

This way out

This way out