| Song | Over and Out |
| Artist | The Creeps |
| Album | Our Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We’ve got to go. We’ve got to go. We’ve got to go. We’ve got to go. | |
| No, I’ve got to go. You’re moving too slow. I’m sorry - | |
| "Oh, don’t leave me alone!" - but I’ve got to go. | |
| When bombs start falling and bodies start flying, | |
| Well I’m sorry boys but I’m not one for dying. | |
| Oh, these times are hard on everyone. | |
| The death of a nation, the rise of a tyranny. | |
| I’m sure “God is great”, but what’s in it for me? | |
| Oh, these times will be the death of everyone. | |
| If Church conquers State, have we reaped what we’ve sown? | |
| And if I disagree is my mind still my own? | |
| Oh, these thoughts will send me to an early grave. | |
| If not for the soldiers who line all our streets, | |
| A chaos so grand, destruction so complete. | |
| Oh, who knew our houses would be our graves? | |
| Will this sprawl never end? Will I not reach the limits? | |
| These shrapnel and flames engulf everything in them. | |
| If I lay down my head, just for a minute, | |
| Will the world pass me by? |
| We' ve got to go. We' ve got to go. We' ve got to go. We' ve got to go. | |
| No, I' ve got to go. You' re moving too slow. I' m sorry | |
| " Oh, don' t leave me alone!" but I' ve got to go. | |
| When bombs start falling and bodies start flying, | |
| Well I' m sorry boys but I' m not one for dying. | |
| Oh, these times are hard on everyone. | |
| The death of a nation, the rise of a tyranny. | |
| I' m sure " God is great", but what' s in it for me? | |
| Oh, these times will be the death of everyone. | |
| If Church conquers State, have we reaped what we' ve sown? | |
| And if I disagree is my mind still my own? | |
| Oh, these thoughts will send me to an early grave. | |
| If not for the soldiers who line all our streets, | |
| A chaos so grand, destruction so complete. | |
| Oh, who knew our houses would be our graves? | |
| Will this sprawl never end? Will I not reach the limits? | |
| These shrapnel and flames engulf everything in them. | |
| If I lay down my head, just for a minute, | |
| Will the world pass me by? |
| We' ve got to go. We' ve got to go. We' ve got to go. We' ve got to go. | |
| No, I' ve got to go. You' re moving too slow. I' m sorry | |
| " Oh, don' t leave me alone!" but I' ve got to go. | |
| When bombs start falling and bodies start flying, | |
| Well I' m sorry boys but I' m not one for dying. | |
| Oh, these times are hard on everyone. | |
| The death of a nation, the rise of a tyranny. | |
| I' m sure " God is great", but what' s in it for me? | |
| Oh, these times will be the death of everyone. | |
| If Church conquers State, have we reaped what we' ve sown? | |
| And if I disagree is my mind still my own? | |
| Oh, these thoughts will send me to an early grave. | |
| If not for the soldiers who line all our streets, | |
| A chaos so grand, destruction so complete. | |
| Oh, who knew our houses would be our graves? | |
| Will this sprawl never end? Will I not reach the limits? | |
| These shrapnel and flames engulf everything in them. | |
| If I lay down my head, just for a minute, | |
| Will the world pass me by? |