Run Little Boy, Run

There was this boy and his name was Oscar
All over town his face was plastered
Wanted, Wanted, Wanted, wanted
Catch him if you can
See Oscar was not like the other boys
He always craved for some kind of noise
Louder, louder, louder, louder
I wanna be heard!

But because of the crimes he committed
The Marshalls ordered a hit on him
Run little boy run little run little boy, run
Run till you die
Run till you fly

While on the lam he saw many things
From place to place he acquired green
"More, more, more, more"
He could not be pleased
The people they loved him, hated him too
He could have gotten me or even you
"Who, who, who, who"
No one knew what to do

But because of his crimes he committed
The Marshalls ordered a hit on him
Run little boy run little run little boy, run
Run till you die
Run till you fly

But the bigger they are the harder they fall
And Oscar knew the lawman would call
"Get him get him get him get him"
He can not escape
For Oscar was a greedy man
He took what he could and left none to stand
"Hang, hang, hang, hang"
Oscar was no more

Just as fast as he began
Oscar vanished from this land
Run little boy run little run little boy, run
Run till you fly
Run till you die

Run till you cant feel it your knees
Run like the wind, run like the breeze



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Writer(s): Citrus Sunday
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