Deserter - Sofa Surfers

They’re here in their crispy white jackets

To unravel the knots in my chest

How could you bring me here and then leave?

Why give me life and then neglect to breathe?

Our own blood is beating us from the inside

Dirt poor or flithy rich

Nobody leaves alive

Who’s killing who know?

Its hard to keep track

Can’t keep the troubles from chewing on your back

Where you gonna run to?

Where you gonna go?

Where you gonna run to?

Wherever you go there you are

Not so happy hunting ground

Guts you like a fish

In the middle passage and losing paradise

Containing damage and salt me away

Cement down in the muck and grime

You’re a has been and you will be again

And they pile the pressure on

Yeah, they pile it on

Flavour of the moment

Tripped out charlatan

You’re all so portable so you’l always be moved

Where you gonna run to?

Where you gonna go?

Where you gonna run to?

Wherever you go there you are

And you run and you run and you run…