Here's the sucker punch

Your mind is out to lunch

In everything you do, your poison attitude

Takes your breath away

Blackens everyday

There's nothing left to lose

Cos I'm sick of you



I'M RUNNING THROUGH

BLACK STREETS AT NIGHT, WITH NOTHING AHEAD OF ME

THINKING OF YOU, BEATEN BLACK AND BLUE

YOU'RE WAITING TO GREET ME WITH YOUR AVARICE



Here's the new excuse

Your soul has blown a fuse

And everywhere you look

The libertys you took

You stop and look at me, hate the things you see

There's nothing left to lose

Yeah I'm sick of you



I'M RUNNING THROUGH

BLACK STREETS AT NIGHT, WITH NOTHING AHEAD OF ME

THINKING OF YOU, BEATEN BLACK AND BLUE

YOU'RE WAITING TO GREET ME WITH YOUR AVARICE



Here's the new excuse