Runnin' From The Police 歌词

Pocket knife and a little bit of bread crumbs Hot sun beating down like a bass drum Whiskey burning with the smoke filling my lungs Smoking as the night comes, smoking ‘till the day's dawn Singing songs like a choir to a deaf nun Looking mean like a biker with a shotgun Heavy hitting, we were spittin’ till the road's done Listen to the end come, coda when the line's done Sun coming down on the dead street Listen to the concrete making music under our feet Living life like a old seat, sitting when we need be We were runnin’ from the police Sun coming down on the dead street Listen to the concrete making music under our feet Living life like a old seat, sitting when we need be We were runnin’ from the police Jeremiah, he was taken as a young one Passing time, shooting bullets with his dad's gun Shot a bullet, hit his momma with a stray one Locked him with the bad ones, no interrogation Charlie barker was a different situation A proper student getting higher education Well all the pressure of the lessons made him crazy Cut his little lady, never getting married Runnin' 'till they're buried Sun coming down on the dead street Listen to the concrete making music under our feet Living life like a old seat, sitting when we need be We were runnin’ from the police Sun coming down on the dead street Listen to the concrete making music under our feet Living life like a old seat, sitting when we need be We were runnin’ from the police Runnin' from the police Sun coming down on the dead street Listen to the concrete making music under our feet Living life like a old seat, sitting when we need be We were runnin’ from the police Sun coming down on the dead street Listen to the concrete making music under our feet Living life like a old seat, sitting when we need be We were runnin’ from the police We were runnin’ from the police We were runnin’ from the police We were runnin’ from the police Runnin’ from the police