Hanging out and shooting out all of the lights I toss and toss, it's after dark Is this real or just a dream, some fantasy? And is this real or emptiness? We're getting out of here As fast as we can Oh, we're getting out of here As fast as we can She still stand beside my parts and in this world It's getting sicker all the time Say that victim, a victim made society Chop her ankle and bring it back to her family, yeah We're getting out of here As fast as we can Oh, we're getting out of here As fast as we can Dusty highway Wait, await and see West of passion Oh, turn back to me Oh, come back to me, oh Nuclear alarmament, disarmament We are going straight to hell Kill for problem, kill for pride and kill for fun Democracy has just begun, yeah We're getting out of here As fast as we can Oh, we're getting out of here As fast as we can We'll never passes with open Pass through his way again The night is gladly or somewhat, so it seems Is this real or just a dream? Yeah Oh... Oh