We've been running round this world too much, girl
Trying not to see
But no freer then, we can see again
Now the old corruption packed its ransom sack
Buttoned his dirty Mac
He won't be coming back with us,
He won't be welcomed back
Oh you, you never show your face no more
Slam the door
Changes...
But if, oh... if you should fall
I vow today to pay tomorrow
The debts you owe to sorrow
We've been running round this world too much, girl
Trying not to see
But no freer then, we can see again |
