Criminal Love - Rumspringa

When I force my way, in battle everyday

My voice starts to delay.

Oh, the predator becomes the prey, yes it’s sickening to say,

You gotta satisfy this fool, it’s so beautifully cruel.

How many games will it take, to bring the head of a snake,

That’s slipped it’s way past the eyes and right on through to the gate?

Juicy flies wont tempt this killers quench for his fate.

We gotta run, run, run, run.

Oooooooooh

When she slides inside, a thought begins to rise.

Is this you or a disguise?

Oh, my, sweet tumbleweed, oh you grow with the speed.

Oh get caught in the mess, of the red picket fence.

Where are my men to men or arms to hold the prison shut?

Well can my children turn against the only father they got?

What have I done to bring about all of this criminal love?

We gotta run, run, run, run.

Oooooooooaaahh

Ooooohooohh