Royal Hunt

I got those wheels for nothin', yeah, some cash to burn.
Talk of the town keep movin',
No excuses, no return.
Too dumb to steal, too proud to beg - don't shake my tree.
I've been around the block,
There money's tight and nothing's free!
An angels face and butcher eyes, a quiet prayer - pack of lies.
They call you fate - I call you pain and here I go again!...
On the run,
My journey's just begun! I'm
On the run,
Oh God, what have I done!
On the run,
Like a unforgiven son, I'm