Cannonballers Songtext
von Colony House

Pulled behind a car with 100 different bumper stickers on
In the left lane, crawling 58 on the freeway
Ears a-ringing keychain, pressure in the blood

Can′t slow down, I'm a time bomb ticking while I run
With a loaded gun staring at the sun
Got a blind eye, never hit the bullseye, just like acting tough

And I keep asking myself, "Hey, why′re you running?"

Hardtop Impala, blank checks and cannonballers
Heard the whistle blow from the Wabash
Can't borrow time with the cold cash

La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la (here we go again)
La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la

Television preacher, got yourself another seeker on the line
Could you make the time? I could use divine intervention
Undivided attention, someone needs to know


Yeah, I cooked the books and threw my combinations
Dodging jabs and hooks with shallow conversations
Like a surface level, speed sick devil on the loose

And I keep asking myself, "Hey, why're you running?"

Hardtop Impala, bank checks and cannonballers
Heard the whistle blow from the Wabash
Can′t borrow time with the cold cash

La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la (with the cold cash)
La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la, la, la
La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la (but I keep on running)

Hardtop Impala, blank checks and cannonballers
Heard the whistle blow from the Wabash
Can′t borrow time with the cold cash

La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la (can't borrow time with the cold cash)
La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la
(And I keep asking myself, "Hey, what′re you running from")

(Don't know why I keep running)