Album Name : Rip It up at the Demontfort
Release Date : 2013-04-22
Song Duration : 9:33
Streetwalkers Run For Cover
Run for cover, run for shade though the heat's blistering
Buddy, you don't owe me a thing.
Light your light in some tower, if it dims within the hour
Buddy, you don't owe me a thing.
Treading high on some wine might suit you just fine
But buddy, buddy,... , you don't owe me a thing.
So cross me up or cross me down
The only way that I'll be found
Is when I'm feeding worms beneath the ground.
From one to ten all greedy men
May eat away the crust again
But only I will know what's in the pie.
Sealing wax and poker face
I learned to keep the extra ace
And I won't fall off that precipice again, no.
No hawk-eyed hunter ever shot
Or picked a better spot to see
How hot the game has got beneath you.
Run for cover, make it plain, run you over, try to stop this train
Buddy, you don't owe me a thing.
Stamp your seal, hang your plaque, I don't give no Jumping Jack
Buddy, you don't owe me a thing.
Hang a sign upon your tail, oh I, I just use a nail
Buddy, you don't owe me a thing.
So cross me up or cross me down
The only way that I'll be found
Is when I'm feeding worms beneath the ground, yeah.
From one to ten all greedy men
May eat away the crust again
But only I will know what's in the pie.
Sealing wax and poker face
I, I learned to keep the extra ace
And I won't fall off off that precipice again.
No hawk-eyed hunter ever shot
Or picked a better spot to see
How hot the game has got beneath you.
Got to get the walkers out the way of the train
Got to get the walkers out the way of the train
Got to get the walkers out the way of the train