| Lifetime of dreaming, visualizing paradise |
| I woke up, and rolled over and told my girl we’re leaving |
| It’s time to sacrifice the lot because you ain’t happy with your job |
| And 'round here it’s like nothing seems appealing |
| So let me know you feel the same |
| Throw your life into a case and we’ll depart from Victoria this evening |
| And then embark on a path of rediscovery |
| Searching for the fruits from the lost garden of Eden |
| I’m wondering if I run away and came back another day |
| Then would the young men roll with the metal put the guns away |
| And when the devil who took charge will the slums be safe |
| I pray that life’s right for everybody’s mummies' sake |
| And if I could disappear for years and re-appear |
| Will my natural intuition still be crystal clear |
| Or will I have lost clarity |
| Through this trivial pursuit we’re walking through so casually |
| I gotta leave, I gotta go |
| There’s nothing here for me no more |
| I gotta be free |
| I gotta be somewhere that I can just be me |
| And I’ll run, run, runaway |
| Run, run, runaway |
| Run, run, runaway |
| I’ll runaway |
| We’ll share a last cigarette and walk into the station |
| Purchase two tickets to an alien destination |
| Board the train and witness pain upon the faces |
| Of multi-culture races |
| But not me and my girl, we’re breaking free like an escapist |
| 'Cause we need to escape this and I for one have got my mind made up |
| Even if where we stay is makeshift |
| I can’t remain in this domain of semi-ape shit because all I see is hatred |
| I wonder if I disappeared how many men would miss me |
| Or would they all forget like I erased my name from history |
| I’m still trying yet to make a break within the chain of pain and misery |
| And vanish off the planet like a mystery |
| And if I did return would things be the same but worse |
| You see the gear stick shift and then whip reverse |
| And I’d be straight back on my travels |
| Burning rubber over gravel 'til we see the English channel |
| I gotta leave, I gotta go |
| There’s nothing here for me no more |
| I gotta be free |
| I gotta be somewhere that I can just be me |
| And I’ll run, run, runaway |
| Run, run, runaway |
| Run, run, runaway |
| I’ll runaway |
| As the carriage pulls away |
| I’ll pull my lady closer, and I’ll tell her she’s okay |
| 'Cause if we never broke the barricades today we’d always be afraid |
| And left to feel threatened in this dark and deadly maze |
| But now I’ve come of age and as the train starts entering |
| Suburbia a smile comes across my face |
| The unwinding of eternal rage |
| That was locked up inside just like my mates behind prison gates |
| If I could runaway and come back another day |
| I’ll let this song play on the summer’s longest day |
| Kick back and just enjoy the rays |
| All the lager and the shit to blaze |
| If I ever contemplate returning to this crazy place |
| I’ll leave it long enough so they don’t recognize my face |
| I’ll let this song play on the summer’s longest day |
| While we roll upon the roads of the motorway |
| I gotta leave, I gotta go |
| There’s nothing here for me no more |
| I gotta be free |
| I gotta be somewhere that I can just be me |
| And I’ll run, run, runaway |
| Run, run, runaway |
| Run, run, runaway, I’ll runaway |