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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
- Álbum:
- Smoko At The Pet Food Factory
- Miscellaneous
- Meet The Family
- Sans Souci
- Shut Your Mouth
- Once A Jolly Swagman Always A Jolly Swagman
- Not So Tough Now
- Parasite
- Dick Sandwich
- Meet the Family / Mongrel
- I Miss My Lung
- Forever Malcolm Young
- We Lived Like Kings (We Did Anything We Wanted)
- Indie 2000, Volume 5
- Fat Music, Volume 5: Live Fat, Die Young
- Fat Music, Volume 6: Uncontrollable Fatulence
- Coughing Up a Storm
- Dr. Martens: The Capitol Records Music Sampler
- Happy Meals, Volume 1: A Smorgasbord of My Favorite Songs
- For the Term of Their Unnatural Lives