Run From The Good Things

Just 'cause you got eyes doesn't mean you always see

Another stain on top of stain

A slab of pain on top of pain

Cut off a piece and sell for game

We pop a bottle of champagne

Stand on the tracks, ignore the train

The words you utter are campaign

The love you lost was yours to drain

I got vigor and I got weight

I wrap it around my leg

And I drag myself down the street

Through the dirt, through the heat

I got vigor and I got weight

I wrap it around my leg

And I drag myself down the street

Through the dirt, through the heat

You always run from the good things

Never hear nobody ever say they're on the upswing

Devil wing in an arm sling

You hate life 'cause you're soaking up everything

I blackballed the blackballer

I threw an 8-ball at his collar

Some people kill the young for revenge and a dollar

How many times can we hoot and holler?

Is the good life all filth and squalor?

I got vigor and I got weight

I wrap it around my leg

And I drag myself down the street

Through the dirt, through the heat

I got vigor and I got weight

I wrap it around my leg

And I drag myself down the street

Through the dirt, through the heat