Run boys run across the street

Down the avenue

Into the woods

Through the trees

 

It feels good

Doesn’t it

To be hot and sweaty

Breathing hard

It’s been a laugh

It’s been fun

Having fired a shot

Feeling the hot barrel

Of a smoking gun

 

Run boys run

It’s like the old days

Running, being chased by the law

Thinking we had it sussed

We knew the score

Down street after street

In a hot car

Wired, fired up

Ready to go

 

But hey Joe

What’s the red patch

Oozing from your side

From your leg  

From your head

Get up man

It’s no longer funny

Pretending to be dead

 

Come on run boys run

Got to keep going

Tell everybody we are the ones

That we are strong and plucky

No too old

Not jinxed and unlucky

We are nearly there

Never mind the shelling

Look we are nearly through

The trees

I can see our lines

We are almost there

We are going to make.....