So You Run

You've got to be the rich man

You keep your momma worrying

They say that life's a bitch, man

So you run and you run and you run.

Got to be the fat man

To keep the pretty woman happy

’Cause if she get's the itch, man

She'll run and she'll run and she'll run.

You never hear the shot that brings you down

One day you wake up, a hole in your life

Don't know you've fallen until you hit the ground

Too many pieces to pick up and put back.

Got to be the chic man

Drive a Maserati

Don't want to be no geek man

So you run and you run and you run.

Your down friends are comin' around

One day you wake up, flat on your face

The only difference is you're all alone

Too many pieces to pick up and put back.

Run and run

Run and run.

You've got to be the rich man

You keep the finest all to yourself

They say that life's a bitch, man

’Cause you run and you run and you run.

Yes, you run and you run

Yes, you run and you run and you run

You run and you run

Yes, you run and you run and you run.

Run and run

Run and run

Run and run

Run and run.