Fugitive Kind - Paul Westerberg

I’ve been bought

It’s quite a scandal

Just got out alive

I gave 'em all

That they could handle

Then I took a dive

So take a chair

And make it snappy

Tryin' to lose these jerks

Say a prayer and make it simple

It’s the only kind that works

On the outskirts

Of the sundown

I feel like Billy the Kid

Don’t know where

I’ll go or run now

Like I ever did

Is this where I belong

Hurry up, quick

And you can come along

We ain’t got time for you

To grab your stuff

What’s flowing through our veins

Is good enough

I’m the fugitve kind

You better make up your mind

I can’t wait

You can run-run-run-run away with me

But never from your fate

You can run-run-run-run away with me

But never from your fate

I’ve got strange and grandiose ideas

I never know or care

What day it is

We can write down our dreams

And hide 'em under the bed

And walk down the street

With lightbulbs on our head

I’m the fugitve kind

You better make up your mind

I can’t wait

You can run-run-run-run away with me

But never from your fate

You can run-run-run-run away with me

But never from your fate

I stood alone on that stage

Just like a stone on a grave

You could be my lover

I’d make you laugh

Or just another epitath

I’m a bad idea whose time has come

And I’ll never forget

Where I started from

I’m the fugitve kind

You better make up your mind

I can’t wait

You can run-run-run-run away with me

But never from your fate

You can run-run-run-run away with me

But never from your fate

You can run-run-run-run away with me

But never from your fate