Don't rush me
Thought I'd drop you a line,Let you know I'm alright.
Him and me doing fine,
Everything is alright,
'Cos I got me some friends,
And I got me a gun,
They're gonna think that we're something... special
Like a ship in a bottle,
Or a rat in a trap
'Cos we're out here alone
And there's no going back
And we're cut off completely
But it's better like that.
You can get off my back.
Everything is alright.
Now you can call off the pack
'Cos everything is alright.
And they're not really dead,
And they're not really gone.
Me and him we are something... special.
Like a blow to the face
Or a bone in the throat
Or I've taken too much
And you don't come when I call.
And now we're cut off completely
So how'd we do that?