Run Like Fuck

RUN! RUN! RUN!
RUN LIKE FUCK!

It’s time
for me
to flee,
whoopee.
I see
me free
and you chaining me,
So sorry, baby.

But take my little red wagon,
Offa your porch.
Don’t care what you be’ thinking,
I got my grounds for Divorce as I

RUN! RUN! RUN!
RUN LIKE FUCK!

You’re a fine,
piece of slime.
Run blind,
hijera defined.
It’s time
for you,
and you,
to go screw,
…so Boo Hoo

Swirling down Salt water,
what hell hath you brought?
Roll back into your Undertow.
I’d rather take flight than get caught as I

RUN! RUN! RUN!
RUN LIKE FUCK!

Guess I broke that old cowboy rule
‘bout dating someone more fucked up than you
but that’s cool.

RUN!

RUN! RUN! RUN!
RUN LIKE FUCK!

-All Lyrics by Bret L Thompson, ASCAP. © Keep Your Filthy Mitts from my Publishing Co.