this place is black market
they steal and they sell
they’re dressed up like the angels
when the angels all fell
this place is black market
to them you’re just meat
don’t let them touch you
or sing you to sleep

get me out, get me out
get me far, far away
this place, it don’t mean me no good
get me out, get me out
get me back to the bay
you know i’d do it myself if i could

they think that they got him
but he ain’t the one
the real one is coming
to finish what he’s begun
the newspaper’s dying
and i’m dying, too
i wish i could tell you
the things i’ve been through

get me out, get me out
get me far, far away
this place, it don’t mean me no good
get me out, get me out
to tokyo or santa fe
you know i’d do it myself if i could

every dream is a nightmare
every nightmare is real
trying to see the truth
through water and steel
trying to see the truth
through opium and fear
wish i were anywhere
but here

that was years ago now
but i can still feel
that black-market place
where they sell and they steal

get me out, get me out
get me far, far away
this place, it don’t mean me no good
get me out, get me out
while there’s still light left in the day
you know i’d do it myself if i could