Runnin' from the Police

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 days done
Singing songs like a choir to a deaf nun
Looking mean like a biker with 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 an old seat sitting when we need be
We were runnin' from 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 Baker 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
Running till they’re buried
Sun coming down on the dead street
Listen to the concrete making music under our feet
Living life like an 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 an 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