Artist: frenzal rhomb
Song: runaway
Album: Shut Your Mouth
Year: 2001
I've been living on a quarter of speed
And I don't wanna die
I'm damn near drowned in a pile of sick
No, I don't wanna die
Smashed up face in a parking lot
Fucked up head from too much pot
I got to, got to, got to, got to, run, run, run away
Run away, run away, run away
We come down hard in the light of day
I know the reason why
You self-centered fuck faced son of a bitch
Not cool to live a lie
Let's go out in the city tonight
We're making a scene then doing it twice
I got to, got to, got to, got to, run, run, run away
Run away, run away, run away
Run, running, run, run away
Run, running, run, run away
Run, running, run, run away
Run, running, run, run away
Time runs out at the best of times
Can't go back to the end of the line
I got to, got to, got to, got to, run, run, run away
Run away, run away, run away
Run away, run away, run away, run away
