Fucked up Runners Songtext

von Future of the Left

Fucked up runners in their priceless spikes
Bled all over the morning
Fell asleep twice on the mountain climb
Gettin' over the pace
Say that you were ready to go
And then you don't
Say that you were happy to start
And then you're not
Say that you're ahead at your slowest point
Say that you were nearly dead
Until you found your breath
Simple
Statement
Fucked-up runners
Make-good
Lawyers
Fucked-up runners
Fucked-up runners in their birthday suits
Wave their dicks in the traffic
I ran away twice from the local police
I never finished the race
Say that you were ready to go
And then you don't
Say that you were happy to start
And then you're not
Say that you're ahead at your slowest point
Say that you were nearly dead
Until you found your breath
Simple
Statement
Fucked-up runners
Make-good
Lawyers
Fucked-up runners
(He's [?]... dropping in the distance)