In a foreign town with a morning sound man 

I can find my way around 

Soon be here at the photo lab I guess 

Armageddon coming down 



And here lies a greedy state again 

Trying to make a move on 

Cos in three days I'll be out of here 

And it's not a day too soon 



Firelight, the light of love, burns 

Turns to ashes in your hand 

By the morning light I guess 

Rather than waking on the stand 



Set sail for St. Petersburg 

Making use of my time 

Cos in three days I'll be out of here 

And it's not a day too soon 



Head out to a better a life again 

Get a job, settle down 



I can stand

Leave town for pity's sake you know 

It's time to make a move on 

Cos in three days I'll be out of here 

And it's not a day too soon 

Yeah, three days I'll be out of here 

And it's not a day too soon