Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Running Away From God , by - Astronautalis. Release date: 12.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Running Away From God |
| Even after 6 months, NOLA still a wreck |
| The 9th ward still had water up to your chest |
| Under I-10, they piled dead cars |
| Ever seen an ambulance with high water marks? |
| And they don’t dance no more, all we do is flinch |
| Brace for that old taste that chase a strong fist |
| With blood on lips, and flooded bricks |
| Taste that whiskey kiss, born sweaty and free |
| Fuck a club, mu’fucker, take that shit to the streets — G |
| We were born running away from God, away from God |
| We were born running away, away |
| We were born running away from God, away from God |
| We were born running away |
| «10 euros that’s cheap for sure» |
| He said it all in broken words |
| But these people ain’t got nothing |
| They’d rather drink what they have than buy your merch |
| Čadca isn’t pretty, but Tatranský works |
| Thick liquor dark brown, made of secret herbs |
| Slovakia’ll get busy, they don’t need no words |
| And anything is a club if the speakers work — ey! |
| Turn it up till it shakes the rafters |
| No kings, no gods, no masters |
| Beat build while the euro collapsing |
| Little kids are tagging «all cops are bastards» |
| AntiFa is passin', in they old jean jackets |
| They don’t need no magic just to make this happen |
| Make out, make due, make the best of what you got |
| And turn the volume up till it shakes the rafters |
| Till it shakes the rafters |
| Till it shakes the rafters |
| Till it shakes the rafters |
| We make our own disasters! |
| Ey Ey Ey Ey |
| We ain’t no gangsters |
| We ain’t no thugs |
| We all just flesh and blood |
| And we don’t need you to mess it up |
| We independent son, we dig our own graves |
| Salt our own lands, make our own plagues just for fun |
| And you can test us, come |
| We’ll be waiting by that front gate with the Beam up in our cup |
| And I’m dumbfound how in my home town, cops come: they all just run |
| Landlord wants us out: we pack our bags and shut the whole thing up |
| So I was like, «Aight, what you do when police come through to shake you down?» |
| Laughed out loud and said, «We lock them motherfuckers out!» |
| That’s a true story |