It's said there's a straw that can break your back
Even Atlas couldn't carry the weight
I witnessed the curse, the power at work
The day your father passed away

You're on the run
On the run

The silver screen saviour teaches self-medication
And the habit keeps the pain at bay
Oh with your will in the gutter and the bleach drained your colour
Like the flowers you left on his grave

You're on the run
On the run
You're on the run
On the run

In a chapel in Vegas, eternal Elvis
Sings a sermon of life after death
Kept a direct line to Heaven since '77
Of the winter of your discontent

On the run
You're on the run
On the run
On the run
On the run
You're on the run
On the run
On the run