I got a mother I got a father Diamond rations, stark white collar She looks good He makes the dollars I'm just free to do what I wanna
I gotta run Run, run, run I gotta run
Mama's at ease in socialite graces Papa remembers the names with the faces I can speak on the topic of religion Just can't seem to make a clear decision
I gotta run Run, run, run Run to the City of Refuge I gotta run I gotta run
Mama's got a lover Papa thinks he's sober Pray on my knees, the clouds keep fallin' over Torn down the lace Booze on his collar They never ask if the secret's boiling over Under white sheets where all I do is wonder
When I'm gonna run Run, run, run Run to the City of Refuge Where everyone is made new I gotta run I gotta run
Where there's a mother Where there's a father Adam's on the roof and Eve is in the gutter Eden's on the far side Where the circle started
To run with the gods, you gotta run harder
Run, run, run Run to the City of Refuge Where everyone is made new Oh the City of Refuge Where everyone is made new Oh the City of Refuge
Where our burdens lay in the town Where we came fromTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
