No Modern Idea

I'm on the run, so I can't stay too long Wandered for days lost in, lost in confusion Run so long, feet start to burn Come from nowhere, so it's there I must return Can't you see we're tired of waiting Don't you feel like something's out of place when The fastest of us are still too late Feel the water lapping round your ankles I don't see no point in waiting Don't you feel like something's out of place when The neighbours don't know your fucking name Feel the water rising round your eyeballs I'm on the run, so I can't say too much They took my mouth and now they're coming for my tongue Take from the normal, give to the weird Robin Hood is no modern idea, I said Robin Hood is no modern idea