check the mirrors, lock the doors
put the pedal to the floor
to the coast or to the store
let's get the fuck out of here
boredom grows, cashflow don't
this town is a ghost, a sinking boat

one more candle, one more wish unfulfilled
one more door than before, one less reason to live

the truth is this, we're running for our lives
fighting fang and fist, our crime is simply choosing to exist
be it quick or slow, we're on death row
Go!

check the clock, time's running out
the fire's dying, put it out
spin the tires, back it out
let's get the fuck outta here
it's getting old, this getting old
let's hit the road, shrug off this heavy load

sometimes just standing still feels like some kinda hell
through sheer force of will, we will prevail

the truth is this, we're running for our lives
fighting fang and fist, we simply cannot refuse to exist
we'll use what we know, escape the hang man's rope


Lyrics submitted by afkroboth

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