We're greeted in the mornin' by the fury of the sun,
They came to burn our bridges but we beat 'em to the punch.
Take me to your pastures that I ruined from the start,
And cut off all my hair and strip my car of all its parts.
Cause now I wake up in the quiet, when the city's gone to sleep,
And I rummage and I ravage like a savage through their streets.
Is it any use to call you now, is your river runnin' wild?
Can you hear me on the other shore, or at least pretend to try?
Can you hear me on the other shore, or at least pretend to try?
Cause its not the reasons that I leave that bother me today,
Oh the thing that's hammerin' on my
brain are the reasons that you stay.
So let's leave the in-between to the stiffs and to the sloths,
Let 'em ruminate and reminisce in the gardens of their gods.
Do I understand the meaning, am I seeming to at least?
Oh, I haven't understood a thing since I was banished to the East.
Be my preacher, by my teacher, take me often to The Mount.
Paint over my eyes 'til I see black and you see white.
Won't you paint over my eyes 'til I see black and you see white?
And its not the reasons that I leave that bother me today,
Oh the thing that's hammerin' on my
brain are the reasons that you stay.
I never read the Bible closely, but I know I missed the page,
Where they taught ya how to tell between the hunter and its prey.
So is it fear, or is it hunger for the kill or being killed?
Cause all I know is that I'm runnin' and that I always will.
All I know is that I'm runnin' and that I always will.
All I know is that I'm runnin' and that I always will.
All I know is that I'm runnin' and that I always will.
And its not the reasons that I leave that bother me today,
Oh the thing that's hammerin' on my
brain are the reasons that you stay.

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