Outt!
Everybody here is out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Everybody here is out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Even the people on the streets
Even the woman in your sheets
Even the people on the streets
Even the woman in your sheets
Everybody here is out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Everybody here is out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Even the people on the streets
Even the woman in your sheets
I've got more ways to make you cry
Wouldn't it be fun to see how far you'll fly for wings
Are you ready for the times
When the waking world will wonder where you have gone
Are you tired of the sun
Is your weakest point the blues
And the weeding through the winters
I had all the worries for what I never could desire by deciding what you are
Are you ready for the times
When the waking world will wonder where you have gone
Are you tired of the sun
Is your weakest point the trues
'Cause we know you can't help it
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Everybody here is out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Even the people on the streets
Even the woman in your sheets
Even the people on the streets
Even the woman in your sheets
Everybody here is out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Everybody here is out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Out to get you, out to get you
Even the people on the streets
Even the woman in your sheets
I've got more ways to make you cry
Wouldn't it be fun to see how far you'll fly for wings
Are you ready for the times
When the waking world will wonder where you have gone
Are you tired of the sun
Is your weakest point the blues
And the weeding through the winters
I had all the worries for what I never could desire by deciding what you are
Are you ready for the times
When the waking world will wonder where you have gone
Are you tired of the sun
Is your weakest point the trues
'Cause we know you can't help it
Credits
Writer(s): Aron Sanchez, Arone Dyer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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