Stray Kid — Pink Cream 69

Well, your Daddy died at 18 While you were on the way And your Mama worked to feed you She said herself to pay She left a stray-kid to run A little stray-kid to run Hey little stray-kid better run In the rich man's fire In the rich man's fire

Stray-kid you'd better run Stray-kid he's got a gun Stray-kid you'd better run You'd better run, better run

Barefoot boy you're just a bigger And if you steal you'll die Know your brothers and your sisters Will sell you for a dime Hey little stray-kid better run In the rich man's fire In the rich man's fire

Stray-kid you'd better run Stray-kid he's got a gun Stray-kid you'd better run You'd better run, better run

You saw your friend shot in the back And the beach slowly turned to red The sun went down and blushed the sky And the world just sunk into blood

Stray-kid you'd better run Stray-kid he's got a gun Stray-kid you'd better run You'd better run, better run