Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Runaways , by - Sage Francis. Song from the album Road Tested: Live 2003-2005, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 31.12.2005
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Runaways |
| It’s time to rethink every fact that is imaginable |
| Survival instinct dwells in a past that is inhabitable |
| I happen to pull fast ones over the slow parole board |
| Who likes to speak to de-fanged wolves who cry sheep |
| Time seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we’ve been lost in space |
| I keep putting expression looks upon my face |
| An awful waste of human skin who waits for Autumn to begin |
| While far from grace, will do me in to late |
| (I'm out of seasoning) |
| No spring chickens, summer romance novel writer could win a prize |
| It’s Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterized |
| I change my mind more often then my undergarments |
| Abide abortion and other nonsense |
| I’m an orphan who comes from Providence |
| I am assigned from God! |
| For the parentally misguided |
| (And I know…) |
| State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road |
| If I don’t know where I come from |
| How do I know where to go? |
| It’s not where you’re from, not where you’re at It’s where your going… and I am going home |
| (And I know…) |
| State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road |
| If I don’t know where I come from |
| How do I know where to go? |
| It’s not where you’re from, not where you’re at It’s where your going… and I am going home… |
| …to where? |
| The land of the lost souls |
| Feeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes |
| How many images of missing kids can be fit onto a milk carton? |
| Framed, they’re starting to look the same |
| Starting to say his name, and claim privileges |
| As if they found HIM! |
| The strangest little kids surrounding the circle of false friendship |
| Rings of fire are connected at the elbow |
| Cause they’re tired, moms unexpectedly let go The Velcro light component that keeps there unit cohesive |
| It’s the music! |
| So we give reasons to get sober |
| Life experiences to hum to These kids play Red Rover? |
| I look for weaknesses to run through |
| With reckless abandon, they’re standin', refuse to go down |
| The pinballs in their machine bounce between abusive homes now |
| If its fighter flats, they’ll just choose to throw down |
| Ain’t nothing like beating a dead horse, riding it through a ghost town |
| I move with no sound… I used to think I was invisible |
| Til they stopped me in mid-stride and said |
| I think I seen a picture of you… |
| Picture that, I said Nah I just got one of them faces |
| Placed next to an expiration date that changes. |
| I kind of look familiar, my name is at the tip of your tongue |
| The lost look on my face makes you play dumb. |
| Say something collopial |
| I need to get my bearings and a feel for where I’m at but you ain’t hearin’that. |
| They shout freeze! |
| I’m a tourist trapped by townies |
| Who put bounties on armies and all surrounding counties |
| Before I bounce, I hear them shout |
| Someone help us out, PLEASE! |
| We’re all alone in the foster home |
| Killin’ourselves with the house keys… |
| Not every broken home can come equipped with a fix-it man |
| And it’s a smelly mess once the shit hits the fan |
| Kids just stand in their circle jerks with there dicks in the sand |
| Saying FUCK THE WORLD cause they aint got no girl |
| But who do they think I am? |
| Think again, I’m not that quick to plan ahead of time |
| I’m two steps behind the schedule, they pretend to befriend my mind |
| I think they just misread the lines in the palm of my hand |
| Cause, they’re random scars caused by slap boxin’with landlords |
| I ran with the dogs till I realized they were all mutts |
| Turned bitch once the dog catcher caught up Forced into trucks, boarded up, put to sleep in the pound |
| Being an orphan sucks, but I’m done with sneaking around |
| I see my frown posted up on street lights |
| And telephone poles, from what they show it seems like |
| I never grow old, from what they show it seems like |
| I never go home, and that doesn’t seem right |
| Cause they won’t let me grow… |
| And this is where some go to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways |
| Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved |
| I feel rewarded offering a finder’s fee that I know no one will pay |
| And this is where some go to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways |
| Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved |
| I’ve got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways |
| (And I know…) |
| State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road |
| If I don’t know where I come from |
| How do I know where to go? |
| It’s not where you’re from, not where you’re at It’s where your going… and I am going home… |
| To the land of the lost souls |
| Feeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes |
| I feel rewarded offering a finder’s fee that I know no one will pay I’ve got |
| multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways |
| I feel rewarded offering a finder’s fee that I know no one will pay I’ve got |
| multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways |
| I feel rewarded offering a finder’s fee that I know no one will pay I’ve got |
| multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways… |
| (kids shouting until end) |