Running Man

Remember when this was a game
Where did I lose it
I’m so ashamed
We lost the touch somewhere on this ride
You’re better than us
You’re the old school pride
Always competing you never relax
If we make ten then you make eleven tracks
I’m wondering can’t you have some fun
If I’m just walking why do you have to run
When we started it was supposed to be fun
It lasted for three good years in the sun
Business came in and took over the lead
That is where you came together with greed
We don’t really care about what you do
If you make a record real good
Then lucky you
But now I see panic in your eyes
You better slow down my friend
OK let me help you take my hand
You spit in my hand
You spit on me
So sad to see this makes me sick