you wouldn't find us in a book

You'll find us in fields of jabbering birds, mindless nonsense of the masses

You'll find us the new restaurants running before we've paid the waitress, on the run-
We just robbed a bank!

You'll find us at conventions about conspiracies;
not theories because we all know that the government is out to get us

Keep on looking, you'll find us eventually-

But we sure can run like hell!