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......