Runnin' from the Police - Autumn Kings

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