Fuck it all! fuck this world! Fuck everything that you stand for! Don't belong! don't exist! Don't give a shit! Don't ever judge me! I am the push that makes you move Over and over and under my skin Fuck you all! Running out of ways to run

It’s running through the ground (oh, the ground) Hungry in this cell we've made for ourselves Can you hear that sound? (hear that sound) Now we are eating our own rinds I’m not alone, just feel like a shadow Call it fate, I’m stuck in this state Tangled

'Cause you've been running circles 'round My mind, turning me inside out And I fell for you but hit the ground 'Cause the only love I've known has let me Down and I need lifting up Now you ain't here I'm sleeping rough And I'm praying I can pray enough

On some beach, somewhere On some beach Driving down the interstate Running thirty minutes late Singing Margaritaville and minding my own Some foreign car drivin' dude with a road rage attitude Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone

Make some good ol' love Ho na na na People, people Have you heard the good news There's people, people They're running just like you Today I say It's all that matters for now For you, and I

It's been a lot of confusions every time Running for the common lie They say I'm hard to lose, yeah tell me why We need to make some time Need to make some time Who's to say if I'm alright And take another lie Til they drop the common lie Then how to

(I'll kill me a muthafucka) Running up on me, may he, rest in peace once released Yeah, look at ya now, for running ya mouth, ya stretched on the ground Ain't no way you can stop it on that hot shit, we can get it popping I told you, don't fuck with me,

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in I hunt for you with bloodied feet across

This is your hometown My hometown Your hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair

Set me on fire Want you to burn my bridges down (down, down) I, I keep on running I’m building bridges that I know you never wanted Look for my heart You stole it away Now I’ll never sing the road that I could take