We watched from the hillsides, they couldn't be saved.We felt so helpless, they couldn't be saved.Now the truth about war, it's a total waste.It's the ultimate drug, it's the ultimate taste.Back on the run, oh.Back on the run, oh.When you see the white light, cover your eyes.Brush off the dust and straighten your mind.Back on the run.The battle rages, bursts into flames.Young men fall, too many to name.The guilty or the innocent, in the misplaced flame.We're too numb to know the difference.We're too numb to feel the shame.Back on the run, oh.Back on the run, oh.When you see the white light, cover your eyes.Brush off the dust and straighten your mind.Back on the run.Woo!Let's go!The battle still rages.Brothers take sides.Sons of betrayal, abandon and hide.The crowd looks upward, while one looks down.A blow to the temple, knock to the ground.We lost our hope in the struggle.We lost our touch.Beware of the merciless noise and the choking air.But war is just a symptom of a far deeper painthat strikes at the spirit again and again.Back on the run, oh.Back on the run, oh.It's a rush of power when hate runs wild.We don't run slowly with the record tied.Back on the run.Back on the run.Back on the run.Back on the run.Woo!Back on the run.Back on the run.Back on the run.Back on the run.