That Old Speed
Run, you better run, you better run
Like the devil's on your back
Hide, you better hide,
You better hide from the wind and the sun
Because masters calling and taking over,
The walls are falling
And you cant make it on your own
Your shaking heartbeats racing bones are aching
The time has come to ask the question
Deep within your soul
I'm sick and tired of lying, sick and tired of cryin again
And that ol speed, got a hold on me, can I slow down?
I don't think so
Pray, you better pray, you better pray to heavens above
Die, you gonna die
Your gonna die for things you have done
Because masters calling and takin over,
The walls are falling
And you can't make it on your own
Your shakin heartbeats racin bones are aching
The time has come to ask the question
Deep within your soul
I'm sick and tired of trying,
Sick and tired of lying,sick and tired of crying again
And that ol speed got a hold on me
Can I slow down? I don't think so