Run away, Run away, Run away you've got to put on a new game
Take a seat for your no ring circus
Welcome to the show

Such a chance on a bittersweet romance
You've got to sell out your own name, sell out your own name
Maybe you can buy it back for a bag of cocaine

Then sell it off to the people who love your face

Oh baby, it's never to late to go home


Bleed it out every season turns to grey
You know your mother is to blame, your mother is to blame

Such a wicked road that ends with memories
Guess who pays the toll
Jesus Christ doesn't have the time to hang around

He thinks you've gone $#&@ing insane
Maybe you could by him back for a bag of cocaine
Then sell him off to the people who love your face


Oh baby, it's never too late to go home


Run away, run away, run away you've got to put on a new game
Take a seat for your no ring circus
Thank you for the show

Such a chance on your bittersweet romance
You had to sell out your own name, sell out your own name
Maybe you could but it back for a bag of cocaine

Then sell it off to the people who love your face

Oh baby, it's never too late to go home