Runaways unravel through the ages

To an uptick in unexplained cattle mutilations

I pack light, prowling past Xanadu surveillance

With a can of paint, and cat who bring her daddy home cicadas

The mayor of Thataway, I peel off with the gas nozzle

Steering with my knees, bedazzling the atlatl

With my hands, brick on the pedal, kick in the pants

Park the Plymouth in your kitchen with a list of demands

By the time they run the VIN, I've been a blip on the lam

If I'm lucky I can run, 'til I forget who I am

I'm the running man of Go street, never known cold feet

Age 6 learned to take a piss running full speed

Outran answering to others

While the cancerous among us stand hands on buzzers

Hucksters, that's why whеther clawing through the woodlands

Or called to dеfend Brooklyn, I always be lookin'... out

Out, out, out, out, out, out

Out, out, out, out, out, out

My other name changes every other day

It ain't that other other name

Money, I'm a runaway

Runaways at home in every armpit

Since a moment after hell report a stolen Helm of Darkness

No Auntie Em vignetted yelling hello from the heartsick

Only vendors from the belly selling necklaces of garlic

I ain't neck and neck with nothing son

I'm not the neck and neck type

I don't even know what roses smell like

Left right, I don't even slow to wave let alone stay tuned

Let alone entertain grace in your escape room

Pack a lunch, all they got is rubber worms

And stuff that doesn't cut it for the tentacles of mother earth

Barefoot, running with the butterflies and hummingbirds

First to gut a Philly on the covershot of Runner's World

I don't catch up at the Peach Pit

I'm at peace when the animated wheel of feet spin

Still, notice whether waltzing out the bullpen

Or tossing the couch cushions

I always be lookin'... out

Out, out, out, out, out, out

Out, out, out, out, out, out

My other name isn't what my mother claim

It's something something what's his face

Money I'm a runaway