Get Out, Give In - Expatriate

I kinda wanna know that you’re down on your luck

Just the way I was when I needed to run, run

You kill a piece of me, every time the phone rings

And it ain’t your voice down the end of the line

Turn off the light, turn on the dark

We’re standing underneath the satellites and the stars

The undergrounds, the underworlds

Full of pretty boys and those fucked up girls

Get out, give in

Just take out what you want

Just take out what you need

Get out, give in

Get out, give in

Just take out what you want

Just take out what you need

Get out, get out, give in

Intro to life, exit to death

Two more bars and we’re all out of breath

You killed us all, us under the sun

But the moon saw you and the gun

And the gun, and the gun, and the gun, and the gun

The gun, and the gun, and the gun

Get out, give in

Just take out what you want

Just take out what you need

Get out, give in

Get out, give in

Just take out what you want

Just take out what you need

Get out, get out, give in

And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns

And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns

And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out

Oh yes, I do

And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out

Oh yeah, I do

And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns

And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns

And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out

Oh yes, I do

And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out

I kinda wanna know that you’re down on your luck

Just the way I was when you needed to run