Lyrics: St. Petersburg

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