ROC BARBOZA - RUN!

Punks are running around in the streets
We sit in a house, and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller
And all we say is please, at least leave us alone in our living room
Let me have my toaster, and my TV, and my steel belted radio, and I won't say anything
Just leave us alone!
Well I'm not gonna leave you alone, I want you to get mad!

Signing dead, dead notes for your headtop
Pushing P-edals, creasing up my deadstocks
Life's a movie, so I transcend like Johnny Depp
Now my pockets too thick, like the IRS
Mr. President got ammo in sight
Bad bitch, Ima And 1, tonight
Always been a misfit, all my fit's hit
Now we got some 1 percentor's yelling get rich

Heard that Uncle Sam wants to dance tonight
Heard that Ronald Reagan wants to dance tonight
All of us packed in the van tonight
Dead presidents stacked, don't tell us how to act!

They're yelling Run!
Run! Run for your life!
They're yelling Run!
Run! Run for your life!
They're yelling Run!
Run! Run for your life!
They're yelling Run!
Run! Run for your life!

We in the battlefield
We the sacrifice
Ask me how it feels, to be traumatized
Nothing's even real, I'll let you decide
Chopper's unconcealed, sound's like genocide
A bunch of white bitches around me, like 1965
Trying to take my freedom from me, not hard to pick a side
No amount of fucking money, could ever make me cry
They couldn't emasculate me, even if they tried
I know I said I cared about you, but I lied
Forced-Fed pieces of the devil's pie
Beat the 2-7 club, how did I survive?
Tryna save face, running from these fucking lies
If I could, I would have the constitution nullified
I know that statement would probably get me vilified
I'm under watch, so I stay under disguise
Greedy money, demons, they be on the rise
Heard that Uncle Sam wants to dance tonight
Heard that Ronald Reagan wants to dance tonight
All of us packed in the van tonight
Dead presidents stacked, don't tell us how to act!

They're yelling Run!
Run! Run for your life!
They're yelling Run!
Run! Run for your life!
They're yelling Run!
Run! Run for your life!
They're yelling Run!
Run! Run for your life!

They're yelling Run,
Run, Run for your life
They're yelling Run,
Run, Run for your life
They're yelling Run,
Run, Run for your life
They're yelling Run,
Run, Run for your life

I don't want you to protest
I don't want you to riot
I don't want you to write to your congressman, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write
I don't know what to do about the depression, and the inflation, and the Russians, and the crying in the street
All I know is that first, you've got to get mad
You gotta say I'm a human being, god dammit! My life has value!

Written by:
LINDSEY LANE, LYNDSEY HALL

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