(Sullivan/Heaton) 1989
Get up early every morning just to put your make up on
The wardrobe's full of useless clothes, your winter coats are gone
The jackal pack is feeding, the motorway sweeps down
The council tries to bribe the rich just to stay in town
Ch: Get me out, get me out of this place
Get me out of this trap, get me out of my brain
Ysidro down to Melbourne, the pressure starts to build
The bullets fly at random when you least expect they will
Everybody feels guilty so anyone can pay
I'm just surprised it doesn't happen every bloody day
Ch: Get me out, get me out of this place
Get me out of this trap, get me out of my brain
So here come the nineties, the temperature is rising
I cannot seem to loose the stains when I wash my hands
One world is rising and one world is dying
And one has got it's precious head buried in the sand
Ch: Get me out, get me out of this place
Get me out of this trap, get me out of my brain

Published by Attack Attack Music/Warner Chappell Music Ltd

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