TILL WE GET OUT ALIVE

Invitation to oblivion.

You take this man and his kiss of death.

The devil moon is out tonight.

It’ll take years to catch your breath.

I know where the money is.

We’ll send a chill up her greedy spine.

We’re going to split it fifty-fifty, Mac.

Even Steven, right down the line.

 

Don’t thank me till we get out alive, because it can’t be done.

Don’t thank me till we get out alive, because it can’t be done.

 

My baby took it to the hiding place.

She must have stolen it for her and me.

It’s in the jungle by a water hole,

in the rotten trunk of monkey tree.

I stand staring at my pretty bride.

I bought the ring and took the vow.

Money talks but it screams to me.

She messing with the big boys now.

 

Don’t thank me till we get out alive, because it can’t be done.

Don’t thank me till we get out alive, because it can’t be done.

 

Let me see that map, again.

It’s tattooed on your big, bald head.

We’ll leave my baby to the crocodiles.

Tragic ending for a newlywed.

I don’t hear her voice no more.

I remember how it kept me awake.

Nothing means much to a man like me.

I guess promises are meant to break.

 

Don’t thank me till we get out alive, because it can’t be done.

Don’t thank me till we get out alive, because it can’t be done.

 

 

Scott Connor- Drums, Lead Vx, Bg Vx

Jim Walker- Guitars, Bass, Keys