VERSE 1

If politicians are fighting for my rights then show me the blood on their hands, as the ballots total the next thrown holder the sniper painted it red, show me your blood stained camouflage Mr. Briefcase Green in hand calling the shots for the oil in the rocks from a big leather office chair and I say…….

OOOOoooooOOOOOoooo

VERSE 2

If the economy’s a sinking ship then somebody throw out a line, (to) the Wall Street walking sweat shop kids, “Now honey! Don’t you look nice?” let’s make it all for half the cost, trade gasoline for rice, another CEO (in) the spider’s web, tangled up, bailed, nickel and dime

CHORUS

We’re gonna run run run run run till the day that we die

Gonna run run run run run like the tears that we cry

 Gonna run run run run run till the day that we die

We’re gonna run run run run run till the day that we die………..

CHORUS