On the Run

Oh Let's pour a couple drinks Just enough to stop us thinking These boys go out looking for a fight Have a couple smokes A couple whiskeys Couple tokes Off into another Friday night 'Cause I've been feeling lonely in this weather And you've been stuck like this forever So pour a couple drinks Just enough to stop us thinking We won't ever leave this place behind Slaves and pagans Loaded guns Swollen knuckles Bastard sons Pop a couple pills Spend your dollars on your thrills Everybody has some kind of vice You wanna take a chance You find love in cheap romances All the pretty things that money buys 'Cause I've been looking up ahead at nothing And you've been giving into all your problems So pour a couple drinks Just enough to stop us thinking We won't ever leave this place behind Slaves and pagans Loaded guns Swollen knuckles Bastard sons If I could take back What I've done I don't know what I'd become (Oh) we're on the run (Oh) Slaves and pagans Loaded guns Swollen knuckles Bastard sons If I could take back what I've done I don't know what I'd become