Paul Dempsey Out The Airlock
Thrown out of a moving limousine
Tied up in corners with no hope of escape
Followed at high speed
Roughed up and handcuffed and led away
Dangled up side down from a great height
Tied to the rails as the train rounds the bend
Hijacked and hot wired
Snarled at by dogs against the chain link fence
Then she tells you
Then she tells you
Then she tells you you're not home
Sucked out of the airlock
Cornered like a rat in a crowded city square
Lowered into volcanos
Bound up back to back in smart matching chairs
Then she tells you
Then she tells you
Then she tells you you're not home
My sweetheart dreams
My sweetheart dreams in an empty bed
My sweetheart dreams of revenge
Left for dead in Mexico
Forged in counterfeit invisible ink
Cut-out words on a ransom note
oh, I beg you honey, it's not what you think
Then she tells you
Then she tells you
Then she tells you you're not home
Then she tells you you're not home
Then she tells you you're not home
Then she tells you you're not home
