Psychic

Oh so tense.
Wringing your hands.
Rubbing your wrists.
Entrapment closing in,
You know they're looking in.

Rip the phone out,
Board up the door.
You know they're coming.
They know what for.

Never gonna catch you runnin' away.
Gotta keep movin' to see the day.

Find your keys to the Lexus.
Shred the files you found.
Burn your Social Security.
Rip tabs from the bills.

You hear that breathing,
Couldn't be you.
Hear the dog's next door barking.
Who's coming thru?

You know they smell it in the scent of the bust.
Break away from something strating with trust.

Find a gun and some paper.
Find a photo of a friend.
You know it was him.
Keying the heat in.

Run from the back door
Circle 'round tha house.
You know their creeping.
Playing cat and mouse.

Couldn't possibly be wrong.
You know you're hunted.
Couldn't possibly be wrong.
…you know you're hunted

Never gonna catch you runnin' away.
Gotta keep movin' to see the day.


Lyrics by Erin Knowles
© Soda Ash 2001

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