Checkin` Out — текст песни (G.B.H.)

I`m in the wrong place, my face doesn`t fit,
and I said "Motherfucker" when the bullet hit.
I bit on deep, I bit on hard,
all we got left now are memories and scars.

Think you`re hard done by ?
at least you`re alive.
See the guy checkin` out of Room 705.
Checkin` out now, checkin out the (Rat Race baby).

The squeakers are coming, contagious appeal,
I`ve had enough now, how do you feel ?
The shotguns are scary, the fireworks are fun,
Every day we take a call,
then another curtain call.