2nd Ave, 11 AM

Out of your personal scripture, Philomel, she comes You sing songs to everyone about love and law and guns But paint a dirtier picture and I think you know the one You're not saving anyone, you're not saving anyone Oh, just open your door Be a flaneur once more You're not walking anymore You're not talking anymore Overturning the scriptures, you leave yourself with none Of your sinners to be saved or your comforts that you crave It's a volatile mixture, the zealot and the rum So you knew it couldn't be won, still hard lost because hard run So here's to things that console And to at least knowing your role And to never being done You're a rabbit on the run Ne, ne travaillez jamais No, never work, that's what they say Mais ne, ne, ne, nous n'arretons pas No, don't lets stop until it's done Ne, ne travaillez jamais No, never work, that's what they say Mais ne, ne, ne, nous n'arretons pas No, don't lets stop until it's done Ne, ne travaillez jamais No, never work, that's what they say Mais ne, ne, ne, nous n'arretons pas Keeping running, rabbit, you're a rabbit on the run