On the run and on the right track. On the run and I'm never coming back. . On the run and on the right track. On the run and I'm never coming back. . I'm running from what I might be.
(R. Sawyer). . Just a little ol' boy about twelve years old, working on my daddy's farm. Gotta help him build an ol' chicken coop, gotta help him paint the barn.
Way past overdrive. Full on redline. No easing up. Your life's flying by. . Pushing and passing yourself. You've just passed. First over the finish. You still come in last.
Baby let me drink from your well 'til your well runs dry. Baby let me drink from your well. Baby let me drink from your well 'til your well runs dry. Baby let me drink from your well.
Reaganomics killing me. Reaganomics killing me. Reaganomics killing me. Reaganomics killing you.
You're so problematic. And I know it's symptomatic. Of you own masochistic ills. A psychoanalyzer would say. "Better tranquilize her.. Numb her with some of these pills.".
Yeah. . Come on to me babe, let me be your lover. Let's do all the things lovers do. We can kiss and hug honey. All night on the rug that daddy back in Texas gave to you.
They set the rules. And want me to break. Take all my money. Set me straight. . Then they confine me. Make me check in. Analyze my piss. Ask me where I have been.
I think of things that bring people down. I'm the type of person no one wants around. Everyone stares at me wherever I go. They all suck, what do they know?.
I was getting out, without a doubt. This was my last patrol, wished I could shout. But then the reds were there. We were taking our share. Fifteen to thirty, but fair is fair.
(D. Locorriere). . Well I've been runnin' so long I'm ready to ride. I'm gettin' tired of the cold let me come inside. Life is bitchin' when you're hitchin' up a one way street.
The day has come, the time is near. For all to end, it's true, it's here. It's all over now, no way to stop. The button's been pushed, the bomb's been dropped.
(Shel Silverstein). . This is the last mornin' that I wake up in this dirty city. Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies. This is the last mornin' that I wash in rusty water.
I am an old man living alone. My loved ones stuck me here in this nursing home. I've lost all usefulness. I want to die. . I gave them all the best years of my life.
(Shel Silverstein). . This is the last mornin' that I wake up in this dirty city. Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies. This is the last mornin' that I wash in rusty water.
Won't see me on my knees. Take my soul and save it, please. Ten hail Mary's for my sin. Paying heaven to get in. . Got no money for your basket. A million times you can ask it.
(Clark/Bettis). . Lately sundown means a little more to me. Heartbeats rise as the sun slips through the trees. As the twilight burns the sky. I can't wait for the light to die.
Seasons change and they change you. Round you go and what they say is true. you can't go back, you've come so far. Life is hard, you know the truth. Old age creeps up, robs you of your youth.
Knowing she's there. Makes it possible to live. Knowing she's there. Giving all she's got to give. . And when the road got long. And the load got heavier.
If you want to be nice to us. you can call us X2. . If you want to be mean to us,. fuck off fuck off X2. . Verse 1. . I am lookin' for some motha' fuckas who wanna roll with me,.