open them Why don't we run away Why don't we leave today If the world ends we'll be okay So pack your bags girl And runaway You've got your big
you open them Why don't we run away Why don't we leave today If the world ends we'll be okay So pack your bags girl And runaway You've got your
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life 'Cause it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus 'Cause those rosy days are few And
, makin' the bucks and bring the heat So bake that it's shakin' your truck? (Let it go) Back up in it, you cats are timid Mad got the Axe and the track
m rockin' on the mic he's on the cross fade cut Scratchin' and mixin', mixin' and scratchin' Second after second, it's the record he's catchin' His hands are so fast
Got it all figured out inside of my head There's a bag packed up at the foot of my bed You say the word, baby, I'm all set We'll cover our tracks, tell
Flyin' down a flat track, bottle in a brown sack Pistons pumpin' in a poor boy's Cadillac Cross the Mississippi, crazy on the pale moonlight I'm goin
Jesus Christ His-self was rollin' down the line 'Cause things got real quiet Momma jerked me back But not before I'd got the chance to lay a nickel on the track
taken care of. [Roxie Hart] You told him about me? [Fred Casely] Yeah, kid. lt's all arranged. [Velma Kelly] Find a flask We're playing fast and loose
rusted cotton mills Lord get me out of here I?ve made up my mind Not giving in this time No it?s over Heart break runaway I?m on a fast track toward
Christ his-self was rollin' down the line. 'Cause things got real quiet, momma jerked me back, But not before I'd got the chance to lay a nickel on the track
of the track deep in the engines fire in the hole dark skinned workers shovelin coal all singin their sad refrain we?ll never get off this runaway train
Boy learned how to blow it off in a dangerous kind of way Well fellas here he comes that runaway train Now hear his lonesome cry barrelin' down the track
Got it all figured out inside of my head There's a bag packed up at the foot of my bed You say the word, baby I'm all set We'll cover our tracks, tell
wodie, you're assed out That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth Get erased, my nigga (my nigga) Look here: I leave no trace, my
steam Boy learned how to blow it off in a dangerous kind of way Well fellas here he comes that runaway train Now hear his lonesome cry barrelin' down the track
