Letras
I've been the butt of your bad jokes too long
And stuck around long after I should have gone
And saw the tricks and saw the weapons you used
And paid attention every time I saw you lose
So pack your bags and bring your.45
On the run, on the run, yeah
So pack your bags and bring your.45
On the run, on the run, yeah
And if they make you feel like you're not loved
You say you've got my number and I will call
Remember when we took the whole week off
Yeah, then they hit you with the Korbakov, Korbakov
So pack your bags and bring your.45
On the run, on the run, yeah
So pack your bags and bring your.45
On the run, on the run, on the run
So draw your pistol, keep your helmet on
You keep your head up for the confrontation
And if they make you feel like you're too far in
Just pack your bags and bring your.45
On the run, on the run, yeah
Just pack your bags and bring your.45
On the run, on the run, yeah
Just pack your bags and bring your.45
On the run, on the run, yeah
Just pack your bags and bring your.45
On the run, on the run, on the run