This Way Out Lyrics - Stan Ridgway

Who's got a hand on the crackdown? 

Who's got the word on the double talk? 

Hands on the wheel in a flash of steel 

We got a secret letter with a government seal 

And a ticket for a doomsday run 

We're goin' on a doomsday run 

Ticket for a doomsday run 

Bombs away 

Chorus: 

Gotta ticket for a doomsday run 

We're goin' on a doomsday run 

Ticket for a doomsday run 

I never get it wrong 

Uh-oh, get it right! 

Nerves are pinched but the heads are calm 

The cargo's all loaded and the red light's on 

Check the map, you navigator sap 

Or we'll all end up with our heads in our laps 

Chorus repeat x2 

Who's in charge? better ask the sarge 

If ya wanna go there 

He's got the word on the double-talk 

If you run, well, you better walk 

This way out 

This way out 

This way out 

This way out