This Way Out - Rocket From The Crypt

Who’s got a hand on the crackdown?

Who’s got the word on the double talk?

Hands on the wheel in a flash of steel

We got a secret letter with a government seal

And a ticket for a doomsday run

We’re goin' on a doomsday run

Ticket for a doomsday run

Bombs away

Gotta ticket for a doomsday run

We’re goin' on a doomsday run

Ticket for a doomsday run

I never get it wrong

I always get it right!

Nerves are pinched but the heads are calm

The cargo’s all loaded and the red light’s on

Check the map, you navigator sap

Or we’ll all end up with our heads in our lap

Chorus repeat x2

Who’s in charge?

Better ask the sarge

If ya wanna go there

He’s got the word on the double-talk

If you run, well, you better walk

This way out

This way out

This way out

This way out