City of Refuge

I got a mother, I got a father

Diamond rations, stark white collar

She looks good, he makes the dollars

I'm just sweeter, you wouldn't want her


I gotta run, run, run, run

I gotta run


Mama's at ease in socialite graces

Papa remembers the names with the faces

I can speak on the topic of religion

Just can't seem to make a clear decision


I gotta run, run, run, run

Run to the City of Refuge

I gotta run, I gotta run


Mama's got a lover, papa thinks he's sober

Pray on my knees, the clouds keep fallin' over

Torn down the lace, booze on his collar

They never ask if the secret's boiling over

Under white sheets where all I do is wonder


Where I'm gonna run, run, run, run

Run to the City of Refuge

Where everyone is mating

I gotta run, I gotta run


Where there's a mother, where there's a father

Adam's on the roof and Eve is in the gutter

Eden's on the far side where the circle started

To run with gods, you gotta run harder


Run, run, run

Run to the City of Refuge

Where everyone is mating

Oh, the City of Refuge

Where everyone is mating