And why should I spend time running for my life? And when the skies are open, we'll still be singing this I know they're coming for me, we're not the pitchfork kids Ooh, ooh, it's the loneliest life that we live Ooh, ooh, we're not running with the

All that I'm dreaming of That all that I need is love The day that I will find my love Boys like to think they can have it all Well they don't know they're still so small All that they see is live is opportunity Guys like to think they'll get any girl

You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy When we grew up and went to school There were certain teachers who would Hurt the children any way they could By pouring their derision Upon anything we did Exposing every weakness However carefully hidden by the kids But

Niggas hate all the time, I got no fuck to give Lil' nigga speak your mind, why you still bein' stiff? Know it's the perfect time, yeah they know what it is And she gon' fuck with me, she like the way I live Ay, and she gon' fuck with me, she like the

One love, who's crying now? One love, feeds the fire One heart, burns desire Two hearts, born to run Who'll be the lonely one? It's been a mystery But still they try to see Why something good can hurt so bad Caught on a one-way street

Beating like a hammer Help I'm alive My heart keeps beating like a hammer They're gonna eat me alive Hard to be soft Tough to be tender Come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train If you're still alive My regrets are few

Can't you see, ya all I wear my socks up to my knees They still make a motel out of me They come when hot and muggy They won't eat you alive, Hear me beg ya all It's so unfair, can't you see Leave me alone little chiggers Can't you see, oh

And why should I spend time running for my life? And when the skies are open, we'll still be singing this I know they're coming for me, we're not the pitchfork kids Ooh, ooh, it's the loneliest life that we live Ooh, ooh, we're not running with the

They said I have died. I still felt alive. I won't believe their lies. I can still see through these Help me, I'm not dead Wake me from this hell. Tell me I'm alive.

Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams My heroes have always been cowboys And they still are, it seems Sadly, in search of, and one step in back of I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy And lovin' the cowboy ways Pursuin' the life of my hard-ridin'