Autumn Kings - Runnin' from the Police lyrics
[Autumn Kings - Runnin' from the Police lyrics]
Pocket knife and a little bit of bread crumbs
Hot sun beating down like a bass drum
Whiskey burning with the smoke
Filling my lungs smoking as the night comes
Smoking ‘till the days done
Singing songs like a choir to a deaf nun
Looking mean like a biker with shotgun
Heavy hitting
We were spittin’ till the road's done
Listen to the end come
Coda when the line's done
Sun coming down on the dead street
Listen to the concrete making
Music under our feet
Living life like an old seat
Sitting when we need be
We were runnin’ from police
Jeremiah, he was taken as a young one
Passing time shooting bullets with
His dad's gun
Shot a bullet hit his momma with a stray one
Locked him with the bad ones
No interrogation
Charlie Baker was a different situation
A proper student getting higher education
Well all the pressure of the
Lessons made him crazy
Cut his little lady, never getting married
Running till they're buried
Sun coming down on the dead street
Listen to the concrete making
Music under our feet
Living life like an old seat
Sitting when we need be
We were runnin’ from the police
Runnin' from the police
Sun coming down on the dead street
Listen to the concrete making
Music under our feet
Living life like an old seat
Sitting when we need be
We were runnin’ from the police
We were runnin' from the police
We were runnin' from the police
We were runnin' from the police
Runnin' from the police
Hot sun beating down like a bass drum
Whiskey burning with the smoke
Filling my lungs smoking as the night comes
Smoking ‘till the days done
Singing songs like a choir to a deaf nun
Looking mean like a biker with shotgun
Heavy hitting
We were spittin’ till the road's done
Listen to the end come
Coda when the line's done
Sun coming down on the dead street
Listen to the concrete making
Music under our feet
Living life like an old seat
Sitting when we need be
We were runnin’ from police
Jeremiah, he was taken as a young one
Passing time shooting bullets with
His dad's gun
Shot a bullet hit his momma with a stray one
Locked him with the bad ones
No interrogation
Charlie Baker was a different situation
A proper student getting higher education
Well all the pressure of the
Lessons made him crazy
Cut his little lady, never getting married
Running till they're buried
Sun coming down on the dead street
Listen to the concrete making
Music under our feet
Living life like an old seat
Sitting when we need be
We were runnin’ from the police
Runnin' from the police
Sun coming down on the dead street
Listen to the concrete making
Music under our feet
Living life like an old seat
Sitting when we need be
We were runnin’ from the police
We were runnin' from the police
We were runnin' from the police
We were runnin' from the police
Runnin' from the police