On the Run Songtext
von Small Sins

I′ve been the butt of your bad jokes too long,
And stuck around long after I should have gone,
And saw the tricks and saw the weapons you use,
And paid attention every time I saw you lose.
So pack your bags and bring your .45,
On the run,
On the run,
Just pack your bags and bring your .>45,
On the run,
On the run.
And if they make you feel like you're not loved,
You say you′ve got my number and I will call,
Remember when we took the whole week off,


Yeah then they hit you with the Kobakov - Kobakov.
So pack your bags and bring your .45,
On the run,
On the run,
Just pack your bags and bring your .45,
On the run,
On the run.
So draw your pistol - keep your helmet on,
You keep your head up for the confrontation,
And if they make you feel like you're too far in it,
Just pack your bags and bring your .45,
On the run,
On the run