Solid Gold

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