This thirsty feelin' the city tries to feed me
The sound of sirens warning
Committing my sins my pockets full of money
They praise the white horse dopeman
The mothers and fathers
They say to get inside
The villains are gunnin'
So children run and hide
Run (Run)
No pity
The city's graffiti'd
Don't park your Lamborghini
You'll tempt the black Houdini
The mothers and fathers
They say to get inside
The villains are gunnin'
So children run and hide
Run (Run)
Hands up
I've got somethin' to say
I've got somethin' to prove
I've got nothin' but pain
I've got nothin' for you
I've got somethin' to say
I've got somethin' to prove
I've got nothin' but pain
I've got nothin' for you
I've got somethin' to say
I've got somethin' to prove
I've got nothin' but pain
I've got nothin' for you
Run (Run)
I've got nothin' but pain
I've got nothin' for you
I've got nothin' but pain
I've got nothin' for you
I've got somethin' to say
I've got somethin' to prove
I've got nothin' but pain
I've got nothin' for you
I've got somethin' to say
I've got somethin' to prove
I've got nothin' but pain
I've got nothin' for you
I've got somethin' to say
I've got somethin' to prove
I've got nothin' but pain
I've got nothin' for you