Thea Gilmore - Get Out lyrics

Can you see me in the halo of this street lamp baby? Talk is cheap and I can just about afford this sentence What can I do? Maybe I could deal in actions, yeah I could sell you this finger, maybe you would get the message Get out, get out Is this about blame? Is this about corruption, baby? Is this about hypocrisy? ‘Cause I'm pretty good at that I seem to have this knack of using silence as a shotgun 'Til you reach between your legs and draw a weapon of your own Saying, get out, get out And these days, you guys, you really owe me one And I'm just about to cash in my favour For a shoulder to cry on Well, this is my plan and this is my idea If we turn the world around at least we'll have something new to look at and No-one told me that you always won a bet you will just Keep playing those straights You seem to play them slightly crooked I say get out, get out And these days, you guys, you really owe me one I'm just about to cash in my favour For a shoulder to cry on Well, my mouth is so full from all the sh** you're making me swallow And I'll bet you my first time I can still scream when I want to And the king of the mice is living it up with the rat clan It's got something to do with love or pa**ion or something Get out, get out Get out, get out