Out in the distance, too far to see
There's a man with a cane and he's coming for me
Baseless as black on black,
but I know he's there
So I gotta keep moving,
I gotta take care
I keep running, but he keeps coming for me
He keeps wanting, but he keeps hunting me
Yamba, yeah, yeah, yamba,
oh, oh, oh Yamba, yeah, yeah, yamba, oh, oh, oh
A future to love my soul,
a conscience on the run
I keep paying the price for something I ain't done
Well,
there's a stop up ahead,
I'm afraid Well,
hell's gonna rain on me,
cause the price
has got to be paid,
oh I keep running,
but he keeps coming for me
