Out Of This World
WINGER · Better Days Comin' 2014 · Track 10 of 11
Written by Kip Winger, Paula Winger, Reb Beach
I'm just a man Understand Searching for the promised land They're selling hope Cheap as dope but no one's getting high
The streets are cold They're paved in gold Where they stole it no one knows They pay us back Consumer crack but no one's getting by
Out of this world Come take me Out of this world Into you
Life for sale Never exhale Never fear And never fail The nine to five Metastasized These are killing times
And if love Is like a drug An overdose might do us good 'Cause they got hate In figure eights And no one's feeling fine
Out of this world Come take me Out of this world Into you I'll leave it all tonight Come take me Out of this world
Your eyes like a satellite On the darkest night
Out of this world Come take me Out of this world Into you I'll leave it all tonight I'll meet you Out of this world We'll leave it all behind Come take me Out of this world