Mixed Blood Majority The Runaround
[Verse 1: Crescent Moon and Joe Horton]
[Crescent Moon]
If I only knew back then the things I know now
The things that always stay the same the things that go 'round
I would hold 'em like a weapon and shield for my protection
And accept it if I step into the low down
[Joe Horton]
If I only dig for treasure when the tide's low
Then the sea won't ever swallow up my high hopes
There's an ocean to explore but if I sit here on the shore
I'll be bored into believing I can find gold
[Crescent Moon]
If I only put my vision to the clear sky
Then I'll never know when thunderstorms are nearby
So I'm a take in all the scenery, don't blame me for the thievery
Just let me be in silence while the gears grind
[Hook: Crescent Moon and Joe Horton]
Don't bring that run around 'round here no more (3x)
Sing your song right to my front door
[Verse 2: Crescent Moon and Joe Horton]
[Joe Horton]
Made best friends with every single feather in my headdress
Neglected naked birds until they turned into necklaces
Yes, let's collect our sins, confess each one in confidence
The squawking gets louder, it's impolite to acknowledge it
Follow the trickle of blood up the bridge of your nose, see where it goes
There's a thumb tack in your dunce cap for every compliment you stole
Swallowing you whole is only half the cost
Of being too attached to your albatross hat, face facts
[Crescent Moon]
Face facts, been making my own way since way, way back
And said a lot of things that I can't never take back
There ain't no such thing as safe paths
Just lay tracks and blaze past
The day casts its shadows on the gallows
Hang your head in shame when you walk past, these sacred grounds are hallowed
Don't hit me with the runaround or tall tales your spun around
The thunder drowns the sound of this town being dismantled
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Crescent Moon and Joe Horton]
[Joe Horton]
Left, right, all in together now
The real war is letting go of what we can't control
How many visionaries does it take to for us see down
Deep into the depths of our obsession with ourselves
[Crescent Moon]
Left, right, all in together now
They took it from us, sold it back to us and called it better, how?
Smoke, mirrors, let the dust settle down
You'll finally see the irony in thinking you're on level ground
[Joe Horton]
Left, right , all in together now
None of us are special, some play the part
[Crescent Moon]
Left, right, all in together now
Some bleed gasoline others play the spark
[Both]
Left, right, all in together now (4x)
[Hook]