That young man wants to run But they found him a gun Now he shoots and he burns everything down.
That young man wants to run But they found him a gun Now he shoots and he burns everything down. The trigger, trigger, he pulls, he's a killer, killer. Without a shiver, he rules he's a winner, winner, winner. In that street where he used to run round All you hear is his name, right now, Labeled just another wasted space, Just a boy, no one knew his face. But that hate that he faced each day Broke his soul too far for change. Now interviews spread them stereotypes Like he's just another kid brought up just not right. But nobody's seem him hungry, giving him mum money So she could put food in her tummy. Now it seems like he's just another lost boy But he did this to survive.
That young man wants to run But they found him a gun Now he shoots and he burns everything down.
That young man wants to run But they found him a gun Now he shoots and he burns everything down. No way out of this... You look around for something Now, no way out of this... You look around for something
That young man wants to run But they found him a gun Now he shoots and he burns everything down.
That young man wants to run But they found him a gun Now he shoots and he burns everything down.
Compositor: Michael James Stafford ECAD: Obra #6339895 Fonograma #51086040