Get Lost Songtext
von Hard Stuff

You call yourself a friend of mine
But you could get lost to another time
You bite the hand that feeds you well
But you could get lost, you could go to hell

I ain′t got no use for you to carry on
Woo

I got no time for a change in mind
And I'm not prepared to leave the rest behind
I had a chance to make a break
And I′d like to see you in the grave


I ain't got no use for you to carry on
Carry on, carry on
Carry on

Get lost, what you started
Get lost
I ain't got no need for you
Get lost, I don′t want you
I don′t want you hangin' around
Get lost, I don′t need you
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright