The Running Man

Just got the boot from work today
This motha' fuckin' suit's too tight for me anyway
I see this guy across the street
Running naked in front of me

Damn! Who is that running man?
Without a doubt he rings a bell
In a flash, not telling me why
My body drives me to the chase

I will run and give a try
To find out who's that running man
Cause even when I close my eyes
Sweetened darkness can't be found
I will run and give a try
To catch up with that running man
I will run and give a try

My damn tie is strangling me
I grab my neck and give the bridle a swing
Both of my shoes are slowing me down
I throw these millstones back on the ground

Damn! Who is that running man?
He feels so close, I'm almost there
Fuck this cage, my shirt and pants
I'm breaking free, no more straight-jacket for me

I will run and give a try
To find out who's that running man
No longer I'll close my eyes
I wanna keep 'em open wide
I will run and give a try
To catch up with that running man
I will run and give a try

These last shreds of my disguise
Stopped the running man
Through his gaze, I see my eyes
Mine are his if his are mine
No more blue skies, no more light
All I see's burnt to the ground
As I realize how they lied
A voice rises all around

Notice to the population
Your thoughts are not your property
Know that to report your friend
Is an act of good citizenship
Illegal practice of the arts
Is punished with imprisonment
The free movement of persons
Is subject to State review
They're just pigs in fancy clothes
Free criminals
We're a massive crowd
Modern kings you'll pay the bill
For lives you steal
Your power's done
Harder hours are coming here
Brothers, sisters, our numbers matter
Hey mister president, we don't like the liars
All the nation's traitors, your power is over



Credits
Writer(s): Alexandre Bar
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