I'm running...


Run away, run away, run away, run away
I'm holding on desperately
Run away, run away, run away, run away
I'm holding on

When it's all said and done everybody dies
In this life ain't no happy endings
Only pure beginnings followed by years of sinning and fake repentance
The preacher says we were made in image of Lord
To which I replied:

"Are you sure?

Even the murderer? Even the *****?
Even the ***** running through ******* on tour?"
With a good girl at home folding clothes and ****
She's losing faith In him and he know this