I Call Running

Bumming cigarettes from strangers at the bar
Sipping whiskey, thinking 'bout where you are
Are you ever gonna find whatever the fuck you're looking for
And show up horny, kicking in the door, baby? Baby!

I call running what you call rambling around
You might wear all the hair right off the ground
Then we'll all squat on what we got
And order up a round

Making silhouettes by neon signs at night
She was my baby and I treated her right. Right?
Right in the arms of another kind of punk from another kind of scene
And I call her any time I'm feeling like dying

And I call running what you call rambling around
You might wear all the hair right off the ground
Then we'll all squat on what we got
And order up a round

Bumming cigarettes from strangers at the bar
Sipping whiskey, thinking 'bout where you are
Are you ever gonna find whatever the fuck you're looking for
And show up horny, kicking in the door, baby?

I call running what you call rambling around



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Writer(s): Geoffrey Cravero
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