Runaround Man Motörhead

We're out of time, we're out of line
We're all out here waiting for a crime
We don't mind, we ain't fooled
We're gonna read you real bad news

Fire in the hole, bullets in the sky
We know something
And we can't tell a lie
Gonna run away, gonna run amok
Gonna run my mouth
Till I run out of luck

Alright
Leave me out, give a dog a bone
Been a long time since I've been home
Running over land, running over sea
Get on the dog and talk dirty to me

Running up a street, running up a hill
Hotel telephone running up a bill
Chase my tail, catch me if you can
Don't wanna mess
With the runaround man

We're out of cokes, clean out of smokes
It's not funny cause we run out of jokes
Going to the movies, babes in the wood
Gonna get a telescope, look real good