got out to go


don’t take thing of my prayer for true
don’t even expect me praying for your
i am fighting against some demons
not to be loved

put my thing in the streets or not
give me some money or wish me bad luck
i was born in a barn
and i got out go go to the slaughter

got out to go

a friend called me not to tell me a thing
that’s what it has been
i guess we will never meet again
until he has got out to go

© cn 2003