Stick Figure - Running Wild lyrics
[Stick Figure - Running Wild lyrics]
Travelling away to a distant land
There's nobody here that I can understand
Got my wallet in my pocket but
My money is no good
You're looking at a man who's misunderstood
Waiting for the train
I smoke another cigarette
Listening for the sound
I can hear it right in front of me
My feet are cold there's a hole in my shoe
What in the world have I got myself into?
Thought I could travel the
World with no confusion though I
Found this thought to be just an illusion
These days I feel just like a child
These days I feel like running wild
On my way to the place I never know
What will you say when I return home
Yo viajo Argentina, Tokyo, and Thailand
Yo bebo un cervesa con my loco friends
I found some mierda en el aqua
Put me out for a week
El approximo dia yo estube sick
Cuatro dias en mi cama es where I lay
My ass was rainier than the month of May
Frio y casado, yo no estoy felix
Sittin' on the can I can barely breath
Thought I could drink the water
From the mountain stream though I
Was shitting my brains out for a week
These days I feel just like a child
These days I feel like running wild
On my way, to the place I never know
What will you say when I return home
There's nobody here that I can understand
Got my wallet in my pocket but
My money is no good
You're looking at a man who's misunderstood
Waiting for the train
I smoke another cigarette
Listening for the sound
I can hear it right in front of me
My feet are cold there's a hole in my shoe
What in the world have I got myself into?
Thought I could travel the
World with no confusion though I
Found this thought to be just an illusion
These days I feel just like a child
These days I feel like running wild
On my way to the place I never know
What will you say when I return home
Yo viajo Argentina, Tokyo, and Thailand
Yo bebo un cervesa con my loco friends
I found some mierda en el aqua
Put me out for a week
El approximo dia yo estube sick
Cuatro dias en mi cama es where I lay
My ass was rainier than the month of May
Frio y casado, yo no estoy felix
Sittin' on the can I can barely breath
Thought I could drink the water
From the mountain stream though I
Was shitting my brains out for a week
These days I feel just like a child
These days I feel like running wild
On my way, to the place I never know
What will you say when I return home