It's said there's a straw, that can break your back
Even Atlas couldn't carry the weight
I've witnessed the curse, the power at work
The day your father passed away
You're on the run, on the run
You're on the run, on the run
The silver screen saviour, teaches self medication
And the habit keeps the pain at bay
With your will in the gutter, the bleached drained your colour
Like the flowers you left on his grave
You're on the run, on the run
You're on the run, on the run