走り出したら

I thought if I started running, I’d find some answer, but I’m not counting on that at all. Not at all. If you’re a man, you’ve always got a stray bullet or two sticking in your chest. Sticking in your chest. Pick Up Your Head Throw Away Your Blue’s, it’s just one life after all. The More You Give Babe the Less You Lose yeah, if I’m unlucky I’ll just die. Just die.