Small Sins - On The Run Lyrics

I’ve been the butt of your bad jokes too long,
And stuck around after I should have gone,
And saw the weapons and the tricks that you use,
And paid attention every time I saw you lose,

So pack your bags and bring your .45,
On the run.

And if they make you feel like you’re not loved,
You say you’ve got my number and I will call,
Remember when we took the whole week off?
Yeah, then they hit you with the Kobakov.

So pack your bags and bring your .45,
On the run.