Runaway Songtext
von The Freaky Buds

Packing up for the city
I′ll move like the tide

I heard there're two sides to each and every story

Didn′t want to shoot that guy
Caught in a bar fight, it was
The very first time I fired my forty four

Won't have no chance to explain There won't be no happy end

I must run or make amend


I will be a runaway gotta get used to it
Today is the very first day of a life on which I spit
Packing up for the city, I′ll move like the tide
I heard ther′re two sides to each and every story
Won't have no chance to explain There won′t be no happy end

I must run or make amend

Packing up for the city
I'll move like the tide

I heard there′re two sides to each and every story

Didn't want to shoot that guy
Caught in a bar fight, it was
The very first time I fired my forty four

Won′t have no chance to explain There won't be no happy end

I must run or make amend