S.o.s. (Rocket from the Crypt)

This is not the call of the wild (S.O.S., S.O.S.) From when I laid it down on the line (S.O.S., S.O.S.) This is not a loan, this is not for sale When I lay my head on the pillow S.O.S., S.O.S. before The reasoning, ignored, for doubt began With my bad leg and broken parts Settling S.O.S. my head on the pillow Back me up to find my problem (S.O.S., S.O.S.) Cover so no one can follow (S.O.S., S.O.S.) This is not a thread, this is not a candle When I throw myself out the window S.O.S., S.O.S. before The reasoning, ignored, for doubt began With my bad leg and broken parts Settling S.O.S. my head on the pillow We're not pretty enough S.O.S., S.O.S.