Running for Cover

For forty days, and for forty nights, I been

walkin' down these streets tryin' to get it

right. But down there lies darkness, down

there lies the past, down there my

conscience... kinda kicked my ass.

You got me runnin' for cover, runnin' from

bein' me. You got me runnin' for cover, for

cryin' out loud.

I hear them moanin', from distant lands.

Have some hookers shut 'em up with some

swollen glands. Now beggin's changed, I

guess you'll do. Just a hoodrat all jacked

off and tangled up in blue. There's blood at

home, there's blood on my street. How am I

to smile in complete defeat. Well, I'm

jumpin' into limbo, tryin' to feel alive. I'm

jumpin' into limbo, and I like it.

You got me runnin' for cover, runnin' from

bein' me. You got me runnin' for cover, for

cryin' out loud.

Into the quiet dusk I see, curvy clouds

chokin' up on irony. I give it a pause, and I

break to the left. But I'm wasted and I can't

seem to catch my breath. Here I go, just one

more time. Findin' out whats goin' on with

the party line, well, I'm jumpin' into limbo,

tryin' to feel alive. I'm jumpin' into limbo,

and I like it.

You got me runnin' for cover, runnin' from

bein' me. You got me runnin' for cover, for

cryin' out loud.