I was still a child when you caught me
And tied me to your bed
You gave me shoes and pretty clothes,
And I gave you what I had between my legs
Just a rite of passage,
You held me down and said
"I'm gonna be your right of passage,
So boy you better spread, spread 'em"
You said:
"Run, run, run as fast as you can
But you can't run run from the childcatcher's hands"
"Run, run, run as fast as you can
But you can't... I bet you can't"
And I wrote your name in my sheet across the town
To warn the kids of your bloodshed
When I chased you with a burning cross,
My mother she wanted you dead
"Run, run, run as fast as you can
But you can't run run from my Lord given hand"
She said: "Run, run, run as fast as you can
But you can't run run from my Lord given hand"
She said: "Run, run, run as fast as you can
But you can't run run from my..."
And I said: "Run!"
And I said: "Run!"
(Run, run, run, yeah!
Run, run, run, yeah!
Run, run, run, yeah!
Oh!)
You said:
"Well I've got no time for victims
And I don't think it was all that bad
And if you can't run to save yourself
Well, then you deserve to be had
This is the age of constipation,
This is the age of martyrdom
I think you even enjoyed it,
I think I even saw you come"
You said:
"Run, run, run as fast as you can
Run, run, run as fast as you can
Run, run, run as fast as you can
You can't catch me on the..."
