Running On Fumes

Well I don't need your shackles And I don't need your chains Don't care about doctors orders anyways Serving up laughter With a side of despair Embracing the madness with each spec of wall in which we stare Running Oh yeah he's running Running Running too fast You'll never catch him now Yellow stains still dripping All over the floor The screams still echoing From way down the hall And if those tranqs don't work Well hey just give him some more You can let him off the leash But don't you dare go open that door Running Oh yeah he's running Running Running too fast You'll never catch him now Running Running Running Running Running Running Running too fast He's on the run