they're here in their crispy white jackets
to unravel the knots in my chest
how could you bring me here and then leave?
why give me life and then neglect to breathe?
our own blood is beating us from the inside
dirt poor or flithy rich
nobody leaves alive
who's killing who know?
Its hard to keep track
can't keep the troubles from chewing on your back
where you gonna run to?
where you gonna go?
where you gonna run to?
wherever you go there you are
not so happy hunting ground
guts you like a fish
in the middle passage and losing paradise
containing damage and salt me away
cement down in the muck and grime
you're a has been and you will be again
and they pile the pressure on
yeah, they pile it on
flavour of the moment
tripped out charlatan
you're all so portable so you'l always be moved
where you gonna run to?
where you gonna go?
where you gonna run to?
wherever you go there you are
and you run and you run and you run...
