I've been living on a quarter of speed   And I don't wanna die   I'm damn near drowned in a pile of sick   No, I don't wanna die      Smashed up face in a parking lot   Fucked up head from too much pot   I got to, got to, got to, got to, run, run, run away   Run away, run away, run away      We come down hard in the light of day   I know the reason why   You self-centered fuck faced son of a bitch   Not cool to live a lie      Let's go out in the city tonight   We're making a scene then doing it twice   I got to, got to, got to, got to, run, run, run away   Run away, run away, run away      Run, running, run, run away   Run, running, run, run away   Run, running, run, run away   Run, running, run, run away      Time runs out at the best of times   Can't go back to the end of the line   I got to, got to, got to, got to, run, run, run away   Run away, run away, run away   Run away, run away, run away, run away