Professional Murder Music - Big Exit lyrics

Look out ahead I see danger come I wanna pistol I wanna gun I'm scared baby I wanna run This world's crazy Give me the gun Baby, baby Ain't it true I'm immortal When I 'm with you But I want a pistol In my hand I wanna go to A different land I met a man He told me straight "You gotta leave It's getting late" Too many cops Too many guns All trying to do something No-one else has one Baby, baby Ain't it true I'm immortal When I 'm with you But I want a pistol In my hand I wanna go to A different land Sometimes it rains so hard And I feel the hurt In my heart Feels like the end of the world I see the children Sharp as knives I see the children Dead and alives Beautiful people Beautiful girls I just feel like it's the end of the world I walk on concrete I walk on sand But I can't find A safe place to stand I'm scared baby I wanna run This world's crazy Gimme the gun Baby, baby Ain't it true I'm immortal When I 'm with you But I want a pistol In my hand I wanna go to A different land