Disco>Machine>Gun - Under The Blowtorch

Fifty million and six voices but they can't say a word
Bombed out he bombs down the path that they paved for us
But if it's not your fault then who's faultdo you think it is
I'll blowtorch your eyes kidnap your wife and kids

Let's get out of here
Let's get out of here
Let's get out of here
Let's get out of here
Let's get out of here

Well I hate my neighbourhood well I hate your scene well I hate my government well I hate the queen
Well I hate my neighbourhood well I hate your scene well I hate my government well I well I I I
Well I I I

Let's get out of here
Let's get out of here
Let's get out of here
Let's get out of here
Colour of his skin doesn't mean a thing they'll rationalise they will clip our wings
Let's get out of here
Let's get out of here
Let's get out of here

Strobe lights and a disco beat are all that me and my friends need
Strobe lights and a disco beat are all that me and my friends need
Strobe lights and a disco beat are all that me and my friends need
Strobe lights and a disco beat are all that me and my friends need
Strobe lights and a disco beat are all that me and my friends need
Strobe lights and a disco beat are all that me and my friends need
If you're up on the street and down on the beat strobe lights and a beat will set you free
Strobe lights and a disco beat are all that me and my friends need
Strobe lights and a disco beat are all that me and my friends need
Strobe lights and a disco beat are all that me and my friends need
Strobe lights

Let's get out of here
Let's get out of here
Let's get out of here
Let's get out of here

Written by:
Daniel Hensby, David Barwick, Dean Kelly, Matthew Broadbent

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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