Run for Your Life

I think you better run for your life
Call up the pharmacist
'Cuz you need some help to sleep
Now you're the best of friends
'Cuz dirty habits, they don't come cheap
Now your palms are growing sweaty
Sure as hell they should be
'Cuz you're miles away from ready
And you've underestimated me
I've made up my mind
You'll be forgotten at best
Stock options, vacation time
Now the clock says...
I think you better run for your life
Call all your fair-weather, Wall-Street friends
And laugh how we're all so dumb
You're tie is the noose around your neck
Who's gonna bail you outta this one?
Got a boat, and some exotic homes
So, I guess the jokes on me
But when it settles out, you're gonna find
All them toys, they ain't that sweet
This world's got a funny way of turning out
I think it's funny the way you've turned out



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Eaton, Brian West, O'neil Bryan, Esthero
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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