I've been living on a quarter of speed And I don't want to die, damn near drown in a pile of sick, No I don't want to die, smashed up face in a parking lot Fucked up head from too much pot Gotta run away
Come down hard in the light of day, I know the reason why Self-centred fuck faced son of a bitch Not cool to live a lie, lets go out in the sity tonight, Making a scene then doing it twice, Gotta run away
Time runs out at the best of times Can't go back to the end of the line Gotta run away
