Ezra Furman Rated R Crusaders
Rated R crusaders make a break for the exit
Instant mashed potatoes and a bottle of Pepsi
Kill or be killed, I'm having some trouble deciding
Traded my possessions for the car that I'm driving
I've got that sinking feeling
I've got a secret I can't tell
A premonition that
Jerusalem will fall again tonight
Thirteen syllables and I'll be making my exit
I will only say I'm warning you once and that's it
If you miss the point then you can look up the lyric
Soldiers posted at the gate are working the night shift
I don't wanna hear
Prophecies of fear
I don't feel a feeling
But the need to take care of my business now
Get outta town
Get outta town
When you picture me it does not matter what you see
You thought I was on your side but I'm just out for peace
I'm not gonna tell you what it is I think that means
Polarized and binary is really not my scene
But here's a picture for ya
A pool of blood on the backseat
A burning city in a
Rearview mirror smudged with honey
Get outta town
Get outta town
Get outta town
Get outta town
