Lyrics: Big Exit
Album: Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea
Artist: P.j. Harvey
 

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