Born2Run Songtext
von Penelope Scott

Hey, I like your bra!
Thanks I got it from my very best friend
Kissed her once in high school and then never again
Drugs and money, who′s between your covers
Wouldn't matter to me one way or the other

And when thugs and animals storm the Capital you′ll watch C-SPAN for fun
'Cause it's a fucking drag and it′s crazy sad but you′ll do what's got to be done
Are you really gonna save the world like that with your tits half out on Instagram?
I mean yeah motherfucker that was always the plan
I′m gonna wear this shit to congress, man

So hop off my dick 'cause this whole thing makes me feel sick
And you′re mean to kids why can't you just quit picking on them
Life and liberty, sometimes property, the right to try to feel good
Her heart is pure the math checks out so what′s the move?
And how could you do this when I learned my rights from you


Here's a little fact I cry all the time
About the state in healthcare and the grand design
Sometimes it's sad, sometimes it′s bitter-sweet
But it′s how you'll know I′m me
And now gun control is a fuckin' wicked problem
I don′t know if anybody knows how to solve it
But if I were in congress and someone shot up a school
I'd fucking cry about that too
And so my question is to you

Are you really gonna save the world this way, crying like a kid every single day?
Hell yeah, motherfucker, I′m afraid it's true
People are in pain what's wrong with you

So, hop off my dick, your Nixon smile makes me fuckin′ sick
You should be just as wrecked as I am
I′m pretty fuckin' angry that you′re not
And when thugs and animals storm the Capital you'll watch C-SPAN for fun
′Cause it's a fucking drag and it′s crazy sad but you'll do what's got to be done

The rules were life and liberty sometimes property
The right to try to feel good
Her heart is pure, the math checks out so what′s the move?
And why would you do this when I learned my rights from you?

And when soft boys and their succulents
And girls dressed in cracked skulls
Take the Capital and render it′s capital null
Well, I'll feel a but more pumped and a bit less sad
Paint our shirts
Say we′re sorry
And call our dads