Pink Cream 69 - Stray Kid Lyrics
Well, your Daddy died at 18While you were on the wayAnd your Mama worked to feed youShe said herself to payShe left a stray-kid to runA little stray-kid to runHey little stray-kid better runIn the rich man's fireIn the rich man's fireStray-kid you'd better runStray-kid he's got a gunStray-kid you'd better runYou'd better run, better runBarefoot boy you're just a biggerAnd if you steal you'll dieKnow your brothers and your sistersWill sell you for a dimeHey little stray-kid better runIn the rich man's fireIn the rich man's fireStray-kid you'd better runStray-kid he's got a gunStray-kid you'd better runYou'd better run, better runYou saw your friend shot in the backAnd the beach slowly turned to redThe sun went down and blushed the skyAnd the world just sunk into bloodStray-kid you'd better runStray-kid he's got a gunStray-kid you'd better runYou'd better run, better run