So you slick at a cheap edge
You're in trouble with the chain snatch
Lord knows what I'd like to do to you
Put your fucking head in the sand
And I'll be waiting here for youRun away, run away
Coward
Run away, run awayPoint the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it nowPoint the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now
CowardBeen running games, it's the last net
Soon, you'll be amazed, it's your last breath
Don't know what to say
Won't know what to do, your time's goneYour fucking heads are out of the sand
And guess who's waiting there for youRun away, run away
Run away, run away
Coward
Run away, run away
Coward
Run away, run awayPoint the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it nowPoint the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it nowRun away, run away
Run away, run away
Coward
Run away, run away
Coward
Run away, run awayPoint the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it nowPoint the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now
Coward
Songwriters
Jr. Connolly;La Jon Jermaine Witherspoon;Morgan Rose;Vincent Hornsby;Clint Edward Lowery;Bradley WalkerPublished by
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