Run For Your Life

We're driving outta the city, so roll your windows up The smell of bones on the highway's just a lil too much You hear a voice from the backseat: "Watch out for traffic, Jack" You read a sign as you pass by, said "Have a blessed day" But how blessed can it be, when you're wastin' away? Follow me down the railway, Buyin' sweet potato pie And run for your life you won't regret it Say godspeed to all the plastic preaching men So, run for your life you won't regret it Say godspeed to all the plastic preaching men It's not until the next morning it starts to make some sense The world starts to get a lil greater in his mind Tom cats on the corner, They still fail to get along So, run for your life you won't regret it And godspeed to all the plastic preaching men Run for your life, you won't regret it And godspeed to all the plastic preaching men