Exit Pesce

A ball of fire in the early dawn
Burning like the place she's running from
This is kids' stuff, this is not for me
Just leave it behind

So convinced with playing her own game
She stood out by the highway in the rain
When no one came, she sang to herself

Getting by on instincts and good looks
She doesn't need advice or any books
A little fish escorted by hooks
She leaves it behind

She said now
Get down on your knees before you die
She said now
Get down on your knees beforе you die
She said
Boy it's not my style to givе anything a second thought
Well she told me this and not much more
As she clicked the hammer back and took her shot

A ball of fire in the early dawn
Burning like the place she's running from
Well this is kids' stuff, this is not for me