Under your hands we are your slaves The weaker ones will always pay You know that, you fucker But I ain't that kind of sucker I'm on my run Under the hot sun Yeah thats how it goes when you play with lives Come on bitch taste the knife Because some can take your unfair rules But I'm a loony and they are fools I'm on my run Under the hot sun Under your hands we are your slaves The weaker ones will always pay You know that, you fucker But I ain't that kind of sucker I'm on my run Could kill you just for fun