I got a mother, I got a father Diamond lace and stark white collar
She looks good, he makes the dollars I'm just free to do what I wanna
I gotta run, run, run, run I gotta run
Mama's at ease in the socialite races Papa remembers the names with the faces
I can speak on the topic of religion Just can't seem to make a clear decision
I gotta run, run, run, run Run to the city of refuge
I gotta run, I gotta run
Papa's got a lover, Papa thinks he's sober Prey on my knees, the clouds keep rolling over
Torn diamond lace, bruise on his collar They never ask if the secrets pull me under
Under white sheets where all I do is wonder When I'm gonna run, run, run, run
Run to the city of refuge Where everyone has made me
I gotta run, I gotta run
Run, run, run, run
Where there's a mother, where there's a father Adam's on the roof and Eve is in the gutter
Eden's on the far side where the circle started
To run with the gods, you gotta run harder
Run, run, run, run
Run to the city of refuge Where everyone has made me
Oh, the city of refuge Where everyone has made me
Oh, the city of refuge Where our burdens lay in the dark
Where we came from