LIVIN' ON THE RUN
You think they're out to get you. They're tracking everything you do.
You hear them crawling in the walls.
They follow you into your dreams. They squeeze your heart until it screams
And down the fiery rain falls.
They make you kiss the Buddha they make you question your sanity.
They make you dance on reality.
You've been livin' on the run, hidin' from the sun for so long, so long.
Livin' on the run, hangin' to a gun for so long, so long.
You're sure they're listening on your calls. Turn on your computer and it stalls.
Is there a drone just outside?
You make a hole under your bed, 'cos they'll never stop until you're dead.
They tell you're crazy, certified.
So, you run, make a fake ID. It's as good as any strategy.
Do anything to avoid a tragedy.
You've been livin' on the run, hidin' from the sun...
The shadows that spell danger, you never trust a stranger,
You've been livin' on the run.
Under the tinfoil hat of yours, you try to connect the dots and see,
If there's a way to expose the enemy.
You've been livin' on the run, hidin' from the sun for so long, so long.
Livin' on the run, hangin' to a gun for so long, so long x2
The shadows that spell danger, you never trust a stranger,
'cos you're livin' on the run.
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LIVIN' ON THE RUN
You think they're out to get you. They're tracking everything you do.
You hear them crawling in the walls.
They follow you into your dreams. They squeeze your heart until it screams
And down the fiery rain falls.
They make you kiss the Buddha they make you question your sanity.
They make you dance on reality.
You've been livin' on the run, hidin' from the sun for so long, so long.
Livin' on the run, hangin' to a gun for so long, so long.
You're sure they're listening on your calls. Turn on your computer and it stalls.
Is there a drone just outside?
You make a hole under your bed, 'cos they'll never stop until you're dead.
They tell you're crazy, certified.
So, you run, make a fake ID. It's as good as any strategy.
Do anything to avoid a tragedy.
You've been livin' on the run, hidin' from the sun...
The shadows that spell danger, you never trust a stranger,
You've been livin' on the run.
Under the tinfoil hat of yours, you try to connect the dots and see,
If there's a way to expose the enemy.
You've been livin' on the run, hidin' from the sun for so long, so long.
Livin' on the run, hangin' to a gun for so long, so long x2
The shadows that spell danger, you never trust a stranger,
'cos you're livin' on the run.
You think they're out to get you. They're tracking everything you do.
You hear them crawling in the walls.
They follow you into your dreams. They squeeze your heart until it screams
And down the fiery rain falls.
They make you kiss the Buddha they make you question your sanity.
They make you dance on reality.
You've been livin' on the run, hidin' from the sun for so long, so long.
Livin' on the run, hangin' to a gun for so long, so long.
You're sure they're listening on your calls. Turn on your computer and it stalls.
Is there a drone just outside?
You make a hole under your bed, 'cos they'll never stop until you're dead.
They tell you're crazy, certified.
So, you run, make a fake ID. It's as good as any strategy.
Do anything to avoid a tragedy.
You've been livin' on the run, hidin' from the sun...
The shadows that spell danger, you never trust a stranger,
You've been livin' on the run.
Under the tinfoil hat of yours, you try to connect the dots and see,
If there's a way to expose the enemy.
You've been livin' on the run, hidin' from the sun for so long, so long.
Livin' on the run, hangin' to a gun for so long, so long x2
The shadows that spell danger, you never trust a stranger,
'cos you're livin' on the run.
Writer: RIITIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing