(Chorus:)
What's the runaround today?
My friend, I'd love to sail away
But I know I must not complain
Residue washed off by rain
Glue gun stained my hands again
Please calm down or you'll be restrained
13 buckshots to the brain
He won't ever walk again

Tailgating nothingness
Waivers waiving sustenance
Nightclub stamps inside my wrist
Oh, I don't want to live like this
(X2)

(Chorus)