Lacing your sneakers on the soles that you have worn so thin
Timber wolves hunt on a night like this
Your headache prone
Your muscles groan
You better be ready for the heat
From the coal beneath your feet
Run.
Oh run.
Yes I know now,
I know now
They are trailing close behind
They are trailing close behind
So run.
Theyre gonna get you
Theyre gonna figure you out
Theyre gonna get you
Ditch the ghost town now.
Run run run run
Rubber to the pavement
Glasses break
From the screech of the sirens
Trivial pursuit
Yeah youre shaking in your boots.
Youve got your champagne screams
Thats what you wanted
Youre drinking by yourself
Because youve got no body else