Get 'Em Out

As promised, here is a rough mix of the song "Get 'Em Out" which I've been working on this weekend.  It's actually missing the track from the kick drum mic, as George neglected to send that along.  I'll mix it in when he does.  It's a bit frenetic and odd for me, but I kinda went with that, having a lot of nervous energy.  When doing the drums a couple of months back, so did George.  I fought the temptation to make it all extremely distorted guitar, and instead hacked away on acoustics, mostly.

   The words are as follows:

Get 'Em Out

intro:

They've got the kids, they play no more

They gossip, gasp and tut and strafe

They've got the girls decent attire

They've made the guys neutered and safe

I'm in their walls, I'm in their cells,

I'm in the doghouse, on death row

Palliative care, terminal ward

The rubber room where bent minds go

   In ya go, in ya go, in ya go, in I go

   I'll start to attend, try not to offend

   (Not start to offend, try not to attend)

   But God, oh my God, get me out.

They're in my car, they're in my house

They're in my closet, they're under my bed

They're on my plate, they're in my cup

They're in my pants, they're in my head

   Get it out, get it out, get it out, get them out

   I'll try to attend, start not to offend

   (Not start to offend, try not to attend)

   But God, oh my God, get it out.

They're in my heart and in my mind

They're in my voice and in my eyes

They're in my dreams, they're in my hair

They itch and itch and itch and itch

   And squirm, bite and squirm, and bite, squirm and sting

   And sting, bite and squirm, and bite, squirm and sing

  I'll start to attend, try not to offend

   (Yes I will offend, but try to attend)

   Please God, oh my God, get them out.