I`ve been bought
It`s quite a scandal
Just got out alive
I gave `em all

That they could handle
Then I took a dive
So take a chair
And make it snappy

Tryin` to lose these jerks
Say a prayer and make it simple
It`s the only kind that works
On the outskirts

Of the sundown
I feel like Billy the Kid
Don`t know where
I`ll go or run now

Like I ever did
Is this where I belong
Hurry up, quick
And you can come along

We ain`t got time for you
To grab your stuff
What`s flowing through our veins
Is good enough

I`m the fugitve kind
You better make up your mind
I can`t wait
You can run-run-run-run away with me

But never from your fate
You can run-run-run-run away with me
But never from your fate

I`ve got strange and grandiose ideas
I never know or care
What day it is
We can write down our dreams

And hide `em under the bed
And walk down the street
With lightbulbs on our head
I`m the fugitve kind

You better make up your mind
I can`t wait
You can run-run-run-run away with me
But never from your fate

You can run-run-run-run away with me
But never from your fate

I stood alone on that stage
Just like a stone on a grave
You could be my lover
I`d make you laugh

Or just another epitath
I`m a bad idea whose time has come
And I`ll never forget
Where I started from

I`m the fugitve kind
You better make up your mind
I can`t wait
You can run-run-run-run away with me

But never from your fate
You can run-run-run-run away with me
But never from your fate
You can run-run-run-run away with me

But never from your fate

Writer : WESTERBERG, PAUL
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.