The Show Ponies - Run For Your Life | Текст песни

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• The Show Ponies
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Our ancestors ran from predators and their enemies wielding arrows
We run from calls of creditors collecting debts in great wheel barrows
Knowing nothing of the ancients' toil or strife
When I run, I run for my life

Politically minded men run for the prize of public office
And most folks run for exercise to avoid their stomachs’ softness
To attract prospective husbands or a wife
When I run, I run for my life

Run not to win some decorated prize
When you run, run for you life

I’ve seldom had to run to preserve my own existence
And ain’t it sad to lose your breath after only a short distance
The sharp pains in your gut cut like a knife
When you run, run for your life

Run not to win some decorated prize
When you run, run for your life
Run not to win some decorated prize
When you run, run for your life

Sedentary men, they don’t have to run for nothing
And I would rather run to you than run away from something
Followed closely by a fiddle and a fife
When you run, run for your life

Run not to win some decorated prize
When you run, run for your life
Run not to win some decorated prize
When you run, run
When you run, run for your life