Three Scales Left

Songtext

On the run
run
in the dawn we’re crawling out, bid defiance to the crowd
hail to the squamous bastards who have sold their souls
to banging heads and to fork-tongued rock’ n’ roll
we’re on the run
blacksheep of the family worship imbecility
it’s like we’re offscum-nitwits, well-bred gone to goons,
our clouded minds rock, we’ re howling at the moon
We’re on the run
one by one we’re skipping bail to hit the trail
we’re on the run until’ we’re done
feels like a ban, feels like we’re damned
we’re on the run - already done
go down the pan - don’t give a damn
lashing tails we’re on the prowl
patch to rule, rules to flout
poikilothermic rascals mark our stamping ground
bracing ourselves until we swing around
we’re on the run until’ we’re done,
feels like a ban, feels like we’re damned
we’re on the run, time has come
the bogeymen are closing ranks
hit and run- you’d better run
as matters stand shit hit the fan
we’re on the run we’ll get you done
feels like a ban, feels like we’re damned
run